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Change of Plans 
(Part One)

The alarm went off at its usual 5:30 this morning, I barely noticed as I hit snooze over and over. By 6:10 I was up in a semi panic hopping into the shower and ignoring my sore muscles to get myself moving so I wasn't late for work. I would have loved to go to bed earlier last night but this was Wednesday morning so that was not possible. Tuesday nights I work late, last night until almost midnight. By the time I got home and in bed it was almost 1am. On top of the lack of sleep there was the exhaustion from the long hours of hard work. Good thing work today would be an easy day of just a meeting and tying up some loose ends. 

You might ask how work can be so hard last night and so easy this morning. Well that requires a little explanation. During the day my job has me in a nice cushy office in a management position that allows me some occasional easy days. My evening and weekend job isn't anything like that. I am the slave of a beautiful, demanding and sometimes completely evil woman named Michelle. She owns me, completely and I must admit I am powerless against her. On Tuesday evenings after work and every weekend I belong to her. Occasionally there are other days that she requires my services; if she does she just gives me 24 hours notice and I am required to change anything I may have planned to be there. My usual slave schedule with her begins Tuesday at 5pm; I have to leave work early to be at her house on time and ready to work at exactly 5pm. I am scheduled to work until 10pm then head home, however most nights her work list takes more time than the 10pm finish time so I end up staying longer to make sure nothing is left undone. The weekends are kind of similar but much more intense, each Friday I arrive at her home by 4:30pm and get ready to begin my weekend of work.  I start work at 5pm on Friday and work until 11pm then Saturday and Sundays are 6am till 10pm. Now understand our agreement calls for me to work for her a minimum of 40 hours per week. More is fine but less is completely unacceptable. Another point is when I work for her, my hours are actual work hours, so preparing for work, getting dressed are to be done prior to my start time, once start time is reached I am on her time and nothing is to interfere. Per our agreement I must also spend my entire vacation time at her house working as her slave. I get two weeks a year and she decides when I take them. It usually will coincide when she may have house guests. She loves to show off to her friends that she owns a slave, she spares no expense to humiliate me in front of them. I have to say those are the worst weeks of my year. Most people look forward to their vacation, I dread them.

You may think that is deal is one sided and extreme however it is the best I was able to negotiate with her, she originally wanted me to live with her full time and be her full time slave, except for job requirements. I begged her for this schedule just so I could have a little bit of a life. I have been warned a few times when my service slipped that at any moment she could change our deal and I would have to move in with her, and as room and board for living with her I would be forced to turn my entire paycheck over to her. My slave schedule would simply be anytime I wasn't at work or sleeping I would be servicing her. I am always worried this could happen but I try to take pride my work and thus making sure I keep up my end of the bargain.
Last night she was out with friends so she decided that it would be a great night, with no one home, to get every floor in the house scrubbed clean. This was in addition to her mid week laundry routine and the other assorted tasks I do on Tuesday nights. With all this work I had no chance to be done by 10pm this was the main reason for the nearly midnight work night I spoke of earlier. 

Enough background information more of that will come later on. After the quick shower I rushed to get dressed and head out the door to work. With traffic and stopping for some food, I arrived about 10 minutes late. Luckily I made it to my office without anyone of importance noticing, I am the boss of my department but there are still others that I need to put on a good show for and others who would love to let certain higher ups know that they would be better suited for my position. I grabbed a cup of coffee checked up on my assistant, Melissa, to make sure she was done with the stuff I needed for my meeting this afternoon, once satisfied, I sat at my desk, first thing was to check my email to make sure everything was still on for the meeting and to make sure there was no issues that came up last night while I unable to communicate. While I am slaving away for Michelle I must turn my cell phone over to her. She thinks it is very disrespectful for me focus on anything besides serving her when I am in her home, she says it's the least I could do to show her that I am serious about my duties. She also loves to tease me about having possession of the phone. Many times I have seen her checking my messages only to tell me to get my ass to work and whatever was sent is not my business while I am in her presence.

As the inbox popped up there were 9 messages, the first 4 were junk the fifth was from Michelle. I was kind of nervous to see why she emailed me as she usually doesn't contact me unless there is a change in schedule. I was praying she wasn't adding a day of work for the week. I had planned for a good time out on Thursday night and didn't want to have to cancel it because she wanted her silverware polished or some other lame reason to ruin my night. I opened the email and began to read

Slave,

Last night I went out for a nice night out with some friends and upon coming home I find that you had already left to go back to your apartment. I see you no longer think that you need my permission to leave my house. I also noticed that you didn't think it was important to complete the work I gave you. I got news for you, I am pissed. I almost called you at 1am to tell you to get your ass over here so I could just beat the shit out of you. But I decided against it, you will still get your ass beat but I will wait till Friday. I am more angry than I can ever remember being with you and I have had it. With that in mind, I have a decision to make either I can ignore the problem or solve it. Well there is no way I will ignore it, so Friday evening when you come to do your weekend of work for me, you will be staying....PERMANENTLY! Of all the things to forget you decide to forget to iron the clothes I needed for work today. Apparently you think I am supposed to do that myself. THAT IS THE LAST TIME I ALLOW THAT TO HAPPEN! When you come Friday bring the paperwork for everything you own, bank accounts, lease info, keys to anything you have, they all will be in my possession from now on. Don't pack anything except the paperwork and keys. I will go thru all your stuff myself, I would have you help me but you will be much too busy doing much more important things like cleaning toilets and other tasks equal to your position. By the way don't even think of emailing back or calling to beg for me to change my mind. If you even try I will double the already severe beating I plan on giving you Friday night.
Michelle

I was completely dumbfounded. I lost all track of everything. What was I going to do? What could I do? As much as I hated being her slave she had every legal right to do what she is promising. I slumped in my chair and forgot everything regarding the upcoming meeting. I was toast. Not only was my life going to be completely different but I was probably looking at a punishment session on Friday that would leave me sobbing for mercy. Unfortunately that would only give her the encouragement to punish me more. 
After a few minutes I calmed down and figured I had better concentrate on my job, if I lost my job I would be stuck in her clutches every minute of my life. I couldn't go thru that. Even though I was completely devastated I knew I had to move on with work. I didn't have a rough day ahead but I had to be prepared for the meeting, that contract was important to my boss and screwing it up would not be good for me. I checked the last 5 messages and they were much to do about nothing. As I was just about to log off an email came thru, it was again from Michelle, this time I was hopeful, maybe she changed her mind and would give me another chance after calming down a little. I eagerly opened this one.

Slave,

I have changed my mind about something. Getting ready for work I spilled a glass of orange juice on my new carpet. I need it cleaned up immediately. I want you to tell your people at work you are sick and come to my house now and get this cleaned up. Also when you are done with that there will be a list of things to be done before I get home from work. You can begin your full time slave status now. No reason to wait for Friday. I know I usually give you 24 hours notice but tough shit, do it. Also I have been thinking and tomorrow when you go back to work give your 2 weeks' notice. My friend Justine, I think you know her, has a company that needs someone with your expertise, you will be working for her. Best part of that is then I will know what you are up to at all times and she will gladly deposit your paycheck into my bank account each week. Also she and I can discuss and work out your schedule and all you have to do is follow our orders. Your life will be much easier now. Every day from the moment you wake up till the moment you go to bed you will be obeying either Justine or I. Oh just a reminder now that you will be here tonight we don't have to wait till Friday for me to take out my anger on you. I can't wait for that. Just in case you want to act like you didn't see this email, there is a return receipt telling me when you read it, when you get to my house I want you to call me from my house phone. The time between the receipt of the email and the phone call better be less than 30 minutes or tonight's punishment will get worse for you. Again don't bother me with a response to this email just get your ass home and get to work. I picked out your work clothes and laid them on the bed. See you tonight my little bitch.
 
Michelle

My mouth hung open, I was numb, that feeling like you are disconnected from your own body. How would I handle this? I had a meeting and instead of negotiating an important contract I was just told that I needed to get to her house to clean up a juice spill on the carpet. What am I becoming? Just then I was interrupted from my devastation by Melissa, my assistant. She put the papers for my meeting down on my desk, she saw the look on my face and just floored me with what she said next. "Don't worry I will handle the meeting this afternoon, you better get your ass moving, I know you have more important things to do like clean up orange juice spills." She laughed and walked out. How did she know about this? I was now confused and scared. With all the things going thru my mind one thing stuck out, however I handled this would have to be figured out later but if that phone call doesn't happen within 30 minutes I am seriously going to regret it. I ran out the office and to my car without saying a word to anyone. I would be quitting tomorrow what could they do now?

End of Part 1
