Contrasts by Charles Arnold Page A

never seen Ann look so desirable. The lipstick, the mascara, the short skirts and shear blouses, the stilettos, the musky perfume, even the little tattoos and ankle bracelet. She’s a different person. I must confess there’s this other thing too: the idea of her being available to blacks!

Chapter Six
    At nine o’clock the following morning, a Sunday, Ann heard the buzzing of the special phone Watts had given her. She was dimly aware that the bed smelled of the musk scented body oil and something else that had to be sex, hers and Darnell’s. She sat up and reached for the cell phone.
    It was Watts. “I trust you slept well, Mrs. Gardner?”
    “Yes, yes I did.”
    “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
    “Yes, Master. I slept very well.”
    “Did my nephew make you cum?”
    She was sure Darnell had given him a full report. Then she remembered the video cameras. By now Watts had seen the two hours she and Darnell had spent in her bed. “Yes, Master, I’m sure you know he did.”
    “Twice?”
    “Yes, twice. He made me...made me orgasm twice, Master.”
    “In watching the tape I got the impression that you haven’t orgasmed very much.”
    “That’s right.”
    “Not even masturbating?”
    “It’s a sin.”
    “Oh, yes you’re a devout Catholic.” He paused. “Did you enjoy how they felt, the orgasms?”
    “It was...uh....different.”
    “I didn’t ask you if it was different. You must learn to answer the questions that are put to you.”
    “Yes, Master, I enjoyed it.”
    “Good. There will be more, I assure you. Before long you will be enjoying orgasms several times a day, perhaps several times in an hour. Soon you will need orgasms, you will crave them.” He paused. She didn’t respond. He continued, “Now, about today. I assume as a good Catholic girl you are planning on attending mass this morning?”
    “I always go, but....”
    He cut her off, “I insist you attend. Wear one of the revealing dresses and the high heeled pumps, lipstick and gloss, body oil.....you understand? No undergarments.”
    “Oh I couldn’t go into Saint Catherine’s like that.”
    His tone changed, “But you can and will,” he said firmly. “Are there any black men in your congregation?”
    “I don’t think so. There are several Hispanic families but no African Americans....I mean no black men.”
    “That’s too bad. I want you to get used to appearing in public dressed the way we want you to dress. I want you to get used to seeing black men notice your bracelet and markings. I want you to get used to being aware that they know you are available to them. Do you have a gold necklace with a cross?”
    “Yes.”
    “Wear it. It’s a warm morning so don’t wear anything over your dress or under it. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, Master.” Saying the word ‘Master’ troubled her, but although it wasn’t exactly exciting, it did touch a nerve.
    “Is the plug in?”
    “I took it out this morning. It’s been in all night.”
    “Who put it in?”
    “Darnell.”
    “Was it painful?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “Did you thank Darnell for putting the plug in your asshole?”
    “Yes, Master, I did.
    “Why is there a butt plug in your ass?”
    She could feel herself blushing, “Because you ordered me to so that...so that eventually I’ll be able to….to...accommodate men there....black men.”
    “Accommodate isn’t exactly the word I’d use. Be sure to reinsert it. Tomorrow you should try the thicker one. Are you anxious to have your ass fucked?”
    “No, Master. I was hoping it wouldn’t happen. I’m terrified of....of doing that.”
    “Well, it will be quite painful at first. I expect you’re very tight. The plugs will help to widen you, but it will still be painful. Most black cocks are long or thick or both. But in time you might even learn to enjoy being fucked in the ass. What do you think?”
    “Yes, Master, I might learn.”
    “Now tell your husband to drive you to church and to wait in the