I Know What I Am Doing, Honey

He found a flat surface to open his valise and withdrew a short plaid skirt and a midriff bearing white blouse and a simple pair of beach thongs.

"Slave, put these on. I can't take you out in public naked. That will change when we reach my house. I expect that it will take you several months to earn yourself a wardrobe. You won't need clothing for a while in any case. Once you are dressed I will take your leash, blindfold you and and lead to my limousine, Unlike some of your fellow slaves you are not facing a long plane ride tonight. I live in Miami Beach, however, for the present, the only view you will have of the city will be my back yard and pool."

My hands trembled as I struggled with the zipper on the skirt and the buttons on the blouse. The clothing fit well, just sagging a little from being a wee bit too large. The attendant handed me the box containing my emergency phone as my owner slid a dark pillowcase over my head. I felt my owner tug on my leash. My feet felt like iron filaments adhering to a magnet. I was amazed when my feet actually moved. From the sounds I knew that I was no longer in the conference room. We walked quite a distance, before I heard a car pull to a stop in front of me and my "Master." He guided me into my seat and I heard the door of the limo close behind me. My Master removed the pillowcase in one quick moment. When I could focus again, the first thing I saw was his his face. He wore a serious look upon his face as he laughed and said,

"Welcome to your new life, slave."

The Limousine sped off into the night and I began to wonder if I had made the biggest mistake of my life.