Chapter 31.   Marketing my Charges

I felt exhilarated by the morning's court proceedings.  Bill indicated that he had a couple 
of things to discuss with me so he and I adjourned to a cozy little bar not far from the 
courthouse.  As soon as we had received our drinks and were getting comfortable he 
began.

"Steph, I must say that I think the sentences you handed down this morning were fair.  
More than fair!  In some cases even kind considering what these terrible people had put 
you through."

"Thank you Bill.  I appreciate that vote of confidence.  But I am very much disappointed 
that Zigler wasn't there to hear his sentence and may well escape punishment.  I gave 
him the harshest sentence of all because I consider that he has no remorse for his 
actions.  He lives by no moral code whatsoever.  Other people are just things he can use 
for his convenience and then discard.  Like toilet paper.   In Jenkins case I talked to 
many people who knew him in a purely business context and they all said he was 
honorable in his business dealings.  With him at least I felt that this was a man who had 
some kind of moral code but his sexual sickness caused him to betray his own code."

"I hear you Steph", Bill responded.  "What you have laid out is essentially the difference 
between an 'amoral' person and an 'immoral' person.  And I think you have pretty well 
nailed the difference between these two men."

"What I don't understand", I replied, "is how Zigler is able to just be a no show.  Will they 
find him soon Bill?"

"Well you heard the judge say a warrant will issue for his arrest.  That means an 'All 
Points Bulletin' will go out to police officers in every state containing his citizen ID 
number, his driver license photos and the license numbers of any vehicles registered in 
his name."

"What does that actually do?" I inquired.

"Steph, there are cameras at all major traffic intersections in nearly all the states.  These 
cameras capture the license plate numbers of every car passing through these 
crossings.  They are also able in most cases to capture a photo of the driver's face."

"Bill, do you mean there is some huge database where information about everyone's 
travel is accumulated?"

"Not at all.  You see there is a law establishing the "Matching Image Capture System" 
(MICS) which mandates these cameras can only transmit a license plate or a photo of a 
driver to a central computer if the camera's software first detects a match between that 
plate number and one sought in a court issued search warrant.  Otherwise all images 
are automatically scrubbed at the source within seconds of the photos being taken.  This 
law is designed to protect the privacy of all Capitallia's free residents."

"What if he is riding in a car not registered to him and someone else is the driver?"

"Then he will not be apprehended by the intersection cameras.  But if he is pulled over 
for any traffic offense he will have to show his citizen ID and the officer will see on his 
computer that he is to be arrested on the outstanding warrant.  Also if he has to present 
his citizen ID for any official purpose  such as obtaining a passport  he will likely be 
arrested."

"But will any police officers be actually out looking for him, following his trail?"

"No.  In Capitallia, where the APB is for an adult who is fleeing a civil action or a private 
criminal prosecution, such a search must be initiated and paid for by the private plaintiff.  
That means you, Stephanie.  You are the one who stands to profit if he is apprehended."

"I want him found Bill.  This could well be the most evil man I will ever encounter in my 
lifetime.  I will call my attorney and authorize him to hire a private detective.  Now let me 
hear about your life."

"Well, I went to Boston on Tuesday to see about a business possibility.  An outfit called 
Prostitution Services Unlimited invited me to come up to their headquarters and tour the 
place.  Then they put this proposal in front of me that could have enabled my agency to 
grow and make a lot of money in the process".

"Are you going to take the deal?"  I asked.

"No", he replied.

"Why not?"

"They wanted me to bring debt proceedings against only young attractive women, then 
frighten them under the guise of 'plea bargaining' into signing away their rights.  Most of 
these women, if they went to trial, would probably draw non-sexual indentures of five 
years or less.  Some might even be acquitted.   But I was to tell them they would surely 
draw twenty-year sentences and be transported hundreds of miles away from their 
homes, husbands and children.  All this would be to make them 'volunteer' for a three-
year sexual indenture."

"I am proud of you for turning them down Bill!  Will this be a hardship for your business?"

"Probably not.  I am in process of working out another deal with Greg Masterson.  The 
new law you inspired will make it necessary for him to divest his business of quite a few 
indentured servants and hire free employees to do those jobs instead.  He has asked for 
my help to market all those he has to let go to other employers.  I will be sending him a 
proposal soon."

It wasn't lost on me that the law, about to be passed, bearing my name, was going to 
have a very large impact on the practices surrounding indentured persons.  I felt a 
certain satisfaction that so many would be spared rape and sexual humiliation by my 
unfortunate experience.  All was not lost.

"Steph, I am really worried about all the signs of post traumatic stress I have been 
noticing in you lately.  Sometimes I catch you with that million miles away look  like 
nothing mattered to you anymore.  When Masterson told us in that meeting that he was 
legally liable to pay for therapy for you I breathed a sigh of relief.  I was afraid you might 
not get around to researching the available therapies so I did a bit of research for you.  I 
hope you don't mind."

"What did you find out?"  I replied.

"I checked out Henderson Trauma Clinic on a tip from a professional therapist.  I had a 
chance to interview the Director there and actually meet one of the couples he is 
currently working with.  When I told him what you had been through, he recommended 
supervised one on one therapy with a partner, encounter group therapy and a six week 
self defense course taught by someone already well known to you  Susan Coxwain."

"Susan!"  I shouted.  "I have often wondered what became of her after she retired from 
the New York State Police force."

"Steph, I think you really should go over and have a talk with Dr. Henderson and see if 
his program might work for you." 

I thought of what Ralph the doorman had said to me about how I, like other raped 
women, "looked like a hunted animal".  Perhaps this Henderson Clinic was something I 
really should look into.  I promised Bill I would at least consider it and kissed him 
goodnight.

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When the day of the auction finally rolled around I decided I didn't want to miss that 
either.  I made my way into the fenced in auction area near the courthouse where my 
lawyer had taken me prior to my own trial.  I noted they were checking ages of very 
young people and not admitting those under 18 unless accompanied by a parent.  The 
nudity and sexual humiliations that so often happened here were thought not suitable for 
children, notwithstanding the exception that had been made for punishment day.  

As I got inside I saw that there were reserved seats up close to the auction platform for 
the sellers and the serious buyers.  Behind this roped off area was a more general 
seating area mostly filled by gawkers and voyeurs.  These were, for the most part, 
people who had not the means to buy a slave but enjoyed coming here as spectators to 
enjoy the sexual humiliation of other people as they were vended from the platform.  

I had a word with the auctioneer beforehand to make sure the sale would be humiliating 
for Duncan and Ms. Clifford.  Both would be auctioned naked, as was the custom.  When 
it was Duncan's turn I had him lightly whipped on his buttocks to arouse him so that he 
would erect and ejaculate before the crowd.  There were many hoots and hollers from 
the voyeur section.  The crowd could see that he was vital and bidding was brisk.  I had 
a mobile electronic device that enabled me to keep track of the bids and to know the 
nature of the business each bidder nominally represented.  

The seller informs us that Mr. Duncan is being sold under the provisions of the new 
"Custodial Slavery Act".  That means any who bid will be expected to submit background 
information and proposals for the type of work the slave would be doing for them and 
concerning any rehabilitation and education they are committing to provide the slave.  
The seller will evaluate your bids on all these factors and not on bid price alone."
Reactions from the crowd were mixed.  Some applauded while there were mostly groans 
from the voyeur section.  They found auctions more exciting when the whole process 
played out in front of them and they could see whose bid won.

"Now do I have some bids on this handsome ejaculator?"  the auctioneer called out, 
manipulating Duncan's genitals with his long pointer stick.

Someone signaled $50,000, then someone else said $70,000.  

"I will bid $95,000", said a female agent that I recognized as the rep for Cunilingus Bars 
of New York.

The vindictive part of me would love to award Duncan to this bidder.  This company was 
famous for providing overweight middle-aged women an oral sex experience where they 
could remain anonymous.   If I awarded Duncan to them he would be getting a face full 
of sticky juices several times a night for the next twenty years.  He would never see the 
faces nor learn the identity of any woman he would be forced to service though they 
would surely see his face and learn all they cared to know of his past.  But of course I 
had to consider the merits of all the bids before deciding.

There were no more bids.  The three who had bid entered their bid prices and personal 
information into their laptop computers for transmittal to the auction house computer.

"Next up we have a very attractive young family.   A young woman is being auctioned  
also under the "Custodial Slavery Act", but she comes with two young daughters ages 8 
and 11.  The lucky bidder for the woman must assume responsibility for housing the 
woman with her children, who will remain free, in a licensed residential facility that is in 
compliance with the new "Children Of Slaves" (COS) law.  The financial costs for the 
children's board and room, their medical care and their education through the 8th grade 
will be borne by the godparents of these children.   In a moment you will all meet this 
attractive young woman and her daughters.  Out of respect for the sensibilities of these 
innocent girls I must insist there be no jeering or hooting or rude remarks of any kind 
while the children are present.  Would the Clifford family come on the platform at this 
time!"

I saw a modestly attired Cheryl Clifford climb the steps to the platform holding on to two 
thin preteen waifs who were also modestly attired.  She was directed to come to the front 
and center and face the audience.  She looked scared and her two children seemed shy 
and nervous.  Her crime was detailed and information was presented about the two 
children.  The auctioneer entertained questions from the audience for perhaps ten 
minutes, then the two young girls were escorted off the platform and disappeared from 
sight.

"Time for modesty is now over", the auctioneer yelled at Miss Clifford.  "Every article of 
clothing must be removed.  Now!"  He punctuated his demand by cracking the whip 
against the floorboards.

She very timidly stripped until she was quite naked.  Then her hands were cuffed behind 
her.  I had instructed the auctioneer ahead of time to lightly whip her ass.  He was to do 
this until her nipples erected and juices ran down her inner thighs.  She tried to hide her 
face but the auctioneer made her stand up straight and make eye contact with bidders in 
the crowd.  

"Now this young lady as you can see is in fine physical condition.  I understand she 
works out regularly.  Surely there is someone in this crowd who could put her to use 
dancing for customers in a strip bar!"

There were guffaws at this.  Then a couple of bids, one for $90,000 and one for 
$135,000.

"I will bid $165,000 for her!" said a male agent I recognized as the rep for Fantasy 
Showgirls."

There were no more bids and the bidders again entered their bids in their laptop 
computers for transmittal to the auction house computer.  The high bid for Cheryl was 
almost twice as much as for Duncan even though her sentence was shorter and the 
buyer had to assume certain responsibilities for her children.  

In the days that followed the would-be buyers submitted all the required information and 
proposals electronically.  

For Ted Duncan I had three bid proposals:

(1)	$50,000 bid.  Proposal indicated that the bidder, a male escort service, was 
interested in acquiring Mr. Duncan to service its customers.  He would spend 40 
hours a week doing that and, to ensure that he remained physically fit, would 
spend another 15 hours a week working out nude in the firm's gym.
(2)	$70,000 bid.  Proposal indicated that bidder, a reputable manufacturing firm, was 
interested in acquiring Mr. Duncan mainly for his knowledge of human resource 
issues.  The company was just setting up a Human Resources Department and 
wanted to use an enslaved professional to manage it.  Using a slave in this 
position would give the company better ability to keep its proprietary hiring 
practices a trade secret.  Duncan obviously would not be free to go work for their 
competitors.  Mr. Duncan would work 30 hours a week as Human Resources 
Manager.  This employer expressed a desire to treat Duncan as respectfully as 
possible but, to comply with my sentence conditions he would do all his 
professional work for the company nude and spend another 30 hours per week 
as a compulsory prostitute, providing sexual services, not to the general public, 
but to an elite clientele of male and female executives.   They would also comply, 
reluctantly, with my requirement that he be taken to the public whip master for a 
public whipping once every three months.
(3)	$95,000 bid from "Cunnilingus Bars of New York".  This was an establishment, as 
the name suggested, that provided cunnilingus services, mostly to unattractive, 
middle aged, fat ladies.  Duncan would be trained for work as a nude male 
dancer and stripper and divide his time between dancing, stripping and more 
intimate work for customers who liked his dancing or strip act and wanted a more 
intimate service.  The anonymity of customers was carefully protected so that 
Duncan would never know whose cunt he was licking, but the customer using 
him would have seen him dance first and would know all about his former work 
as a Human Resource Manager and the crime he committed to land in this job.

For Cheryl Clifford I had three bid proposals:

(1)	$90,000 bid.  Proposal indicated that bidder, a public brothel serving male 
customers, would use Cheryl as a prostitute 40 hours per week.  They would 
arrange to board Cheryl's two children at a nearby licensed residential facility in 
compliance with the new Children of Slaves (COS) law.  Cheryl could be with her 
children during all her off duty hours.  The kids would socialize with children of 
other slaves and would be sent to a nearby school for education through the 8th 
grade.  Arrangements would be made for them to choose between several 
different apprenticeship programs once they reached age 13.
(2)	$135,000 bid.  Proposal indicated that bidder, a female escort service, would 
train Cheryl to be a highly skilled escort who would accompany her clients to 
restaurants, theaters or sporting events and also end each evening by sexually 
servicing the client.  Similar arrangements would be made to board Cheryl's 
children in a COS compliant facility and see to their social and educational 
needs.
(3)	$165,000 bid.  Proposal indicated that bidder, "Fantasy Showgirls", would train 
Cheryl to be a highly skilled erotic pole dancer.  All her dances would be in the 
nude and would be sexually suggestive.  She would perform in various erotic 
dance bars all around the five boroughs of New York City.  When any customer 
expressed a desire, she would go upstairs with that customer for a fee and 
provide any sexual services requested.  This firm employed over 500 showgirls 
rotating among 21 different strip bars and had its own COS compliant facility and 
school for the children of their showgirls.  The kids would receive an education 
through eighth grade.  Upon reaching age 13 the kids would be offered various 
apprenticeship opportunities  including the opportunity to apprentice for six 
years as a 'junior showgirl' with the company.  This work would entail dancing 
nude with Cheryl in a mother-daughter act.   From age 13 to 16 the girls could 
dance but not go upstairs with customers.  From age 16 on, if they accepted 
apprenticeships, they would be expected to do it all.  The company was offering, 
if the girls accepted apprenticeships with them, to include training in showgirl 
management, so that the girls could eventually become part of management 
when they were too old to dance.

I had another meeting with Judge Morelock who introduced me to a Miss Bixby, the 
slave advocate he had assigned to also participate in evaluating these proposals.  She 
and I discussed all the above bids.  She readily agreed with me that the escort jobs 
offered Duncan and Cheryl were too good for them and would hardly constitute 
punishment.  While I had been initially tempted to give him to the chain of cunnilingus 
bars which would have been degrading and also gave me the highest price, I realized 
that this work would be pointlessly degrading and a total waste of his talent and 
experience.  So, in the end, we had little difficulty reaching agreement that, for Ted 
Duncan, the most appropriate placement would be with the manufacturing firm that 
wanted to use his Human Resources experience.  The work would be humiliating and 
punitive, yet it would use his abilities and allow him to stay current in this field so that he 
might obtain employment as a free man after his time was served.

In the case of Cheryl Clifford we had to agree to disagree.  Miss Bixby wanted to place 
Cheryl in the public brothel because she thought that would be less degrading work than 
sexually suggestive pole dancing plus going upstairs and providing sex to customers.  
She kept talking about how 'obscene' pole dancing was.  I thought obscenity was in the 
mind of the beholder.  At least with the brothel job, Miss Bixby maintained, Cheryl's 
children could be kept innocent of any knowledge of how their mother was being 
punished.  I wanted to give Cheryl to "Fantasy Showgirls" because I thought it would be 
less humiliating than the brothel job.  At least she could take pride in her skills as a 
dancer and performer.   Also because I believed her kids should not be kept in the dark 
about their mother's punishment.  In this job they would talk to children of other 
showgirls and would inevitably learn what their mother had to do every day.  Probably 
they would pester their godparents for permission to watch their mother dance for the 
customers.  They would see a highly erotic performance by a self-confident dancer and 
quite possibly develop an itch to do that type of dancing themselves.  I honestly believed 
that the apprenticeships that would be offered Cheryl's girls could be a good break for 
them.  Also, of course, their bid was the highest.  I was allowed to consider that as well.

Miss Bixby and I submitted our disagreement to Judge Morelock who backed our joint 
recommendation for Ted Duncan and my choice for Cheryl.  

A few days later I received a call from a Sarah Westham, who owned a chain of auto 
repair facilities in New York State.  These were repair shops that specialized in the high 
tech cars, built by Masterson Automotive, which could drive themselves in cities where a 
grid had been installed.    Mrs. Westham was offering my two boys an apprenticeship to 
train for positions as future journeymen mechanics with her firm.  These would be well 
paying jobs the boys could hold after they were freed.  It was an excellent opportunity for 
them.  Part of the arrangement was that Mrs. Westham had the hots for Erin and would 
be using him sexually during his apprenticeship.  He was sixteen now so that would not 
be a legal problem.

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In the weeks that followed Edgar sold the banker as a simple chattel slave, realizing a 
substantial sale price.  He used that money to send Sally Rigers to Richmond 
Slendabond for slave breaking.  After their program he knew he could control her and so 
had her transferred to his own home where he knew he could incapacitate her 
musculature whenever he wished with a post-hypnotic command.  His plan was to 
vindictively rape her daily for a month or until the thrill was gone.  He found that he 
thoroughly enjoyed these rapes and that the thrill never really did wear off.  He decided 
to keep her more or less permanently as his personal sex slave.


I sent my five newly acquired slaves to Richmond Slendabond to be broken into their 
new status in life.  In the case of Jenkins, the manufacturing company had specified in 
their bid that I deliver to them a trained slave.  In the case of Cheryl Clifford, "Fantasy 
Showgirls" had similarly specified in their bid that I supply a trained girl.  And the others I 
also needed to train even though I was retaining ownership.  Naturally I was curious as 
to how they would be trained and how far they had progressed in the few days since 
their arrival at the facility.   The facility was a two hour drive up into the Catskills from 
New York City.  I did not want to drive up there alone so Bill agreed to go with me.

The ride took us through beautiful scenery.  I could not help but think back to the first 
time I had made this trip with Bill only a year ago.  That had not been a happy trip since 
Bill was then delivering me to the place where I would be broken.  He had been driving 
then too and his partner Virginia had been riding in the back seat.  I had been acutely 
aware of what loss of freedom felt like since I had not wanted to go on that trip at all and 
my hands were cuffed behind me the whole trip.  My wishes had meant nothing then. I 
had been scared stiff about what they would do to me once I was delivered to the 
training facility.  I had also been acutely conscious of how immodestly attired I was, 
wearing only a short cape that barely covered my crotch and left my long legs entirely 
bare.  I had noticed Bill admiring my legs many times on the trip but he had been a 
gentleman.

Now it was just Bill and myself in the car.  The circumstances were very different.  I was 
going not as a slave, but as a slave owner.  And I was modestly attired in a business suit 
and high heels.   We eventually were traveling in farmland and about two hours out of 
New York we arrived at the old estate that had been converted into a training facility.  
We saw the long stone walls and then were at the gatehouse.  Soon we were pulling into 
a parking spot near the main visitor entrance.  How different from last time when I had 
been delivered to the loading dock.

We entered and approached the receptionist.  Bill announced to her that we were here 
to see the training director, Charlie Witherspoon.  I well knew this man, of course, from 
my earlier experience as a slave undergoing training.  Mr. Witherspoon had been the 
one who had personally trained me, against my will, to be a skilled fellatrix.  When Bill 
had told me that he would be our host for this tour I was shaken.  I did not know if I could 
face this man again.  It might bring back all the old fears.  The day before I had a 
discussion with Dr. Henderson about my misgivings and he told me just how important it 
was that I face this man and establish a new kind of relationship with him to replace the 
old subservient one.

When Witherspoon came into the lobby and greeted us he was most gracious.  He 
treated me like a lady and not like the naked slave he had, at one time, forced to lick his 
penis.  I made a point of being assertive with him, since I was now his customer and not 
his trainee.

"Mr. Witherspoon, I understand that you will show us today how my five slaves are being 
trained and answer my questions about the training methods."

"Please, Miss Glenn, call me Charlie.  I work for you now.  You owe me no formality.  
Let's begin our tour by taking the elevator down to what we call the "Cylinder Room" in 
the sub basement."

Bill had told me about this room.  He had written about it in some detail in his own 
memoirs a year ago.  I knew that this is where all the brainwashing began.  As the 
elevator made its way downward, Charlie began to explain what I was about to see.

"You should realize Stephanie, it is crucial that we have the ability to impose our mind 
control techniques on even the most resistant subjects.   Bill has seen all this before but 
it may be a revelation to you.   The ability of subjects to resist mind control will depend 
on their remaining oriented to the reality around them.   That awareness is what we take 
from them with the help of sensory deprivation and the bio-implants.   Let us see some 
of our subjects undergoing sensory deprivation." 

We emerged on a large open floor with a ceiling that was perhaps 14 foot high.  My eyes 
were immediately drawn to a row of twenty vertical cylinders made of clear glass, each 
about eight feet tall and three feet in diameter.  What was striking about these was that 
each cylinder contained a naked human being, apparently suspended in some clear 
liquid medium that came up a foot or so higher than head level. These suspended 
humans had various wires attached to them and tubes coming out of them.  Next to each 
cylinder there was some sort of control console with all sorts of monitoring instruments.  
The room had a surreal look because overall lighting was dim but with the cylinders, 
their naked occupants and the control consoles brilliantly lit up by contrast.

The first two cylinders contained young women.  Charlie led us a bit farther down the 
row to where there were some cylinders containing naked young men.   These men 
were slender and well muscled with rock hard abdomens.  They had impressive 
endowments between their legs.  In all the cylinders the nude occupants had their hands 
cuffed in front and wore ankle shackles.  In all of them the occupants were hooked up to 
breathing tubes and I could observe the level of liquid in the cylinders subtly rising and 
falling in time with their respirations.  Fortunately these breathing tubes hid little of their 
faces from view.  Their eyelids were taped shut.  My impression was that the two men in 
front of us must have been having sexual thoughts because each man's penis was 
partially erect.  Each wore a Texas catheter fitted around the end of the penis with a tube 
leading to a clear external cylinder that appeared to be about half full of urine.  Charlie 
carefully studied my facial expressions for a while to judge my responses to all this, then 
began to offer me an explanation.

"Why the Texas catheter?  Why not a Foley?" I asked.

"Because the Foley goes up inside the penis all the way to the bladder, while the Texas 
catheter, as you can see, is fitted around the outside of the penis.  The men often 
become aroused during their time in the cylinder and we want them to be able to 
masturbate and ejaculate  which they can do with this type of catheter."

"I see", I said.

"But why don't we move down to the other end and have a look at your properties", 
Charlie offered.

We came to the other end of the row of glass cylinders.  I could see that the last 5 
cylinders, all in a row, were filled with my slaves.  What a thrilling sight that was!  There 
was Tom Jenkins, Ted Duncan, Cheryl Clifford, Erin and Kim!  All the people who had 
violated my rights.  Now they were all being stripped of their dignity and their free will in 
these cylinders because I had ordered it!  Wasn't I the powerful one?

"Bill, this man", I said pointing to Duncan, "is the man who interviewed me for the job at 
Masterson Automotive".  Also he was the man who refused to investigate my sex 
harassment claim and the man who fired me and turned my life into a nightmare.  For 
the longest time I was afraid of this man.  Now as I look at him hanging naked and 
restrained in a glass cylinder, he just doesn't look so scary anymore.  He looks pathetic!"

"This woman", I said pointing to Cheryl Clifford, "is the former slave advocate who was 
supposed to have protected me from the abuses I suffered while a slave.  But I never 
saw her during my time as a slave.  She had more important things to attend to then 
interviewing slaves and investigating their work conditions.  Now that I see her like this, 
hanging naked and restrained and with a small catheter coming out of her vulva to a 
urine jar, I see that she is pathetic too!"

"Stephanie", Bill responded, "you too once hung naked, restrained and blindfolded in one 
of these tanks!  It is part of the training all slaves go through here."

"Is that really true Mr. Witherspoon?" I needed to know.  I could hardly bear the thought 
of my hanging there like Cheryl with a tube coming out of my twat.

"It's true, Miss Glenn.  You were in the same cylinder that Cheryl hangs in now.   I was 
the one who put you in the tank."

I wanted to cry at this news, but I knew I had to steel myself and be the tough new take 
charge individual I wanted to be.  I couldn't let Charlie and Bill see me turn to jelly at this 
revelation.

"I'm sure you would like to see Erin", Charlie offered after a long pause, eager to change 
the subject, and led us down to the last cylinder.

There was Erin hanging there blindfolded, his beautifully muscled slender 16 year old 
body, and his head of brilliant red hair matched by the red color of his pubic hair.  My 
eyes lingered on his genitals  those parts of him that had seemed loathsome when he 
was raping me during my kidnapping.  Now they did not seem loathsome because he 
was now powerless.  Now I could see those parts of him as beautiful.  Poor Erin with his 
intense hang-ups about modesty!

Just then I noticed Erin's penis beginning to stiffen a little.  Soon his hands were starting 
to play with his parts.  The penis became still harder.  After much more self fondling Erin 
began to jerk forward and back with his hips and pretty soon we saw the previously clear 
golden liquid in the tube from catheter become filled with a milky white substance.  A 
greatly pleased and relaxed look came over Erin's face.  I didn't need a program to know 
what had just happened.

"Doesn't Erin have any modesty any more?"  I wanted to know.

"Sure he does", Miss Glenn.  "It's just that he thinks he is in the privacy of his own 
bedroom and not being observed by three people!  He can't see us or even have a 
tactile experience of being in a tank.  We control his perceptions of where he is through 
his bio-implant device.  That is why he thought he was masturbating in private."

"But why did he do this just now  while we were standing here?"

"We stimulated him through that control console over there", Charlie replied.  "We 
wanted to put on a little show for you!  Thought you might enjoy it!"

"Well I suppose I did, dammit!"  I stammered.  "How humiliating that will be for him when 
he finds out about this later!"  I said.

"Most slaves never find out about their time in the tank" Charlie remarked.

"Did I masturbate when you had me in this tank?"  I needed to know but was afraid of the 
answer."

"Yes, you did", Miss Glenn.  "And I don't think I ever witnessed such a pretty 
masturbation!  We even have a video clip of it  and I will be happy to surrender our only 
copy of that video to you when you leave today."

"I would certainly appreciate your doing that Mr. Witherspoon!"

I indicated to Charlie that I had seen enough of the 'cylinder room'.  He led us back to 
the elevator and up to the floor where his office was.  There we began a discussion on 
the finer points of slave training.

"The first aim of slave training, of course, is obedience.  The slave is of little use to his or 
her owner if he or she cannot be controlled.  But beyond that there are a lot of variables 
in slave training having to do with the desired attitude that an owner wishes the slave to 
exhibit."

"How would this concern my slaves?"  I asked.

"We have some specific suggestions for them", Charlie continued.  "Take Ted Duncan, 
for example.  We think since you will be selling him to a manufacturing firm where he will 
be an enslaved Human Resources Manager, that his attitude should be one of genial 
self-confidence.  He must be capable of projecting an appearance of authority even 
while being absolutely obedient to his corporate superiors."

"Or take Cheryl Clifford.  We understand you will sell her to "Fantasy Showgirls" where 
she will be a stripper, pole dancer and prostitute.  We think when she is entertaining on 
stage she should be a femme fatale.  She should project a willingness to entertain, even 
pleasure in entertaining, along with an aura of mystery.  But when she has to go upstairs 
with a customer for sex, it might be best if her attitude could be variable  whatever 
would turn a particular customer on.  Some may want a willing prostitute who is eager to 
please.  Others may want a prostitute who is coyly reluctant or even one who is 
rebellious so they can feel they are essentially forcing her to have sex."

"What about Tom Jenkins?" I wanted to know.

"For Jenkins we think an attitude of extreme humility, even self effacement, might work 
best.  That would be consistent with the type of humiliating sex therapy you plan for 
him."

"I think for the two boys I would like it best if they retain that cute modesty thing, and that 
they also remain somewhat rebellious", I said.

"Consider it done!"

With that we concluded our meeting.  Charlie quietly handed me the videotape of my 
own masturbation that he had earlier promised.  Bill and I took the two hour drive back to 
Manhattan.

On the drive back I asked Bill if he had watched me masturbate when I was in the tank.  
He assured me that he had not.
 
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In recent weeks I had come to realize that my views on slavery had come full circle.  
Now I was starting to ask myself whether my new views, together with a possibly 
successful sex therapy, shouldn't be reasons enough to take a fresh look at the 
possibility of a romantic relationship with Bill.  The nearly twenty year difference in our 
ages was a source of concern, yet I enjoyed the maturity I found in him which I usually 
did not find in men my own age.  When I had something to express he was always 
willing to listen and give feedback.  More than that I felt visible when I was with Bill.  I 
had a sense that he perceived me much as I perceived myself.

I had, based on the information Bill had given me earlier, contacted the Henderson 
Trauma Clinic and begun a program of individual sex therapy for myself.  It was 
designed to cure me of my fear of intimacy with a male that my multiple rapes had 
caused.  I knew I would need to begin working with a male partner soon.  They had 
offered me a male surrogate partner, but I had been thinking that perhaps I could 
persuade Bill to work with me in therapy as my sex partner.  I knew that, in my present 
traumatized state, I could only offer him sex under the supervision of a therapist and with 
the benefit of the anti-trauma drug.  I knew also that he was hot for me, but would he be 
comfortable having sex with me in that clinical setting?  

It was in this context that I answered the doorbell of my apartment one day and was 
surprised to find Bill standing there.

"Am I interrupting anything?" he said.  "If you have no special plans I would like to talk."

I agreed that I had nothing special planned for that afternoon and invited him to stay 
awhile.  After offering him coffee and exchanging the usual pleasantries Bill came 
straight to the point of his visit.

"I feel that you and I have an affinity for each other, and I would like to know you better.  
Much better."   

I liked his directness.

"Bill", I began, " As you know, I have been having sex talk therapy for some weeks now 
with a therapist at the Henderson Trauma Clinic where I verbalize my traumatic 
experiences under the influence of their patented anti-trauma drug."

"How is that going?" Bill interjected.

"So far so good", I replied.  "Bill, this is awkward, but you did say you wanted to know me 
much better.  I am reaching a point in my therapy where I need to work with a male 
partner on my comfort levels with ever increasing intimacy.  They have offered me a 
male surrogate partner, but I would really like it if you would be my partner in therapy!"

There.  I had said it.  Now I waited in tense suspense to see what would be his answer.

"I would be delighted to be your partner in therapy!"

We both breathed a sigh of relief and resolved to make the arrangements the following 
day.

"Steph", he continued, "you once told me that you held strong anti-slavery views and that 
my profession therefore would get in the way of our having a more intimate relationship.  
Do you still feel that way?"

"Had strong anti-slavery views", I responded.  "The operative word is 'had'.  I now 
understand better than I ever did before just how important the systems of slavery and 
indentured service are in this country.  I have also come to understand that, 
notwithstanding my own bitter experience, that there are a lot of people involved in 
maintaining these systems, yourself included Bill, that are good and decent people."

"Thank you for that", Bill responded.  "But there is another matter.  I have often 
wondered lately if you ever forgave me for that rather intimate "Creditor's Examination" I 
did on you before the trial?"

"Bill, what can I say?  It was one of the most humiliating times in my life!  Yet I recognize 
that, at the time, you were doing your duty to your client under the law as it existed at 
that time.  Hopefully the law named after me, when or if it goes into effect, will ensure 
that few young women are examined in that way in the future.  I know that you were not 
seeking to make it any more humiliating than it needed to be to satisfy the legal 
requirements of the time. "
 
"I appreciate your attitude Steph", Bill responded.  I am not sure I would be so forgiving if 
it were the other way around.   I will take it then that you and I do have a chance for a 
long term relationship?"

I responded with no words but gave him an affectionate hug and a kiss and we said 
goodnight.






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