car for you. Take down this address.”
She searched for a pencil and scrap of paper. “Yes,” she said.
“128 Forty-Eighth Street, apartment sixteen, tenth floor. There’s a garage under the building where he can park. He’s to accompany you to the apartment. It belongs to Rona. She will instruct you after you arrive. You and Paul are to do exactly what she orders you to do. No objections, no complaints. I’ll be getting a full report as well as a tape. Do you have the address?”
“Yes, Master, I have it.”
“Tell your husband he’s to wear his uniform. You are to sit in the back of the car. He is to open and close the door for you every time you enter or leave it. The slave owners continually devised ways to humiliate the black males, ways to diminish them in their own eyes and in the eyes of others. We want your husband to get some small sense of what that must have been like. I expect after yesterday, you have already begun to see him differently. Right?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I understand that you plan to have Darnell readmitted to your class tomorrow.”
“I’ll try.”
“Do more than try. Have him admitted. Let it be known that you have developed a fondness for him. He has been told to avoid requiring anything of you that might cause you to be dismissed, but after classes are over and away from the school he can require of you whatever he wishes. You will do your best to please him, Mrs. Gardner.”
She felt the anger rising but got control, “Yes, Master, I will try to please Darnell.”
“I must say I’m not entirely satisfied with the tapes of last evening. The fault is mostly Darnell’s. He tended to see you as an equal. I’ve reminded him that you are not his girlfriend, not his lover, not his equal. You are his servant, his subject, his slave. He’s to treat you as such or he will be denied your services. I can assure you Darnell does not want to be denied the services of his history teacher.” He paused. Ann said nothing. Watts continued, “The tapes also proved that you have lost none of your superior attitude. You object, you do not show proper respect, you obviously don’t show gratitude, don’t feel honored that a black man, even one as young as Darnell, has chosen you. That has to change, Mrs. Gardner, that has to change. Do you understand?”
She knew he was serious, “Yes, Master, I do. I understand.”
“For your sake I hope you do.” He hung up.
She felt like crying or throwing something or phoning Watts and telling him that she was not a servant, not a slave to Darnell or anyone else; telling him that she was tearing up the hateful contract. She looked around her spacious beautifully furnished bedroom, the huge master bath with a Jacuzzi, his and hers sinks, a big glass enclosed shower with multiple shower heads, a bidet, big mirrors, fluffy towels. Would she trade this for five or more years in a prison cell? Then there was the matter of harm possibly coming to her grandparents. Finally, although she tried to deny it, there were the orgasms. They felt like nothing she’d ever experienced or even imagined before. The feeling of Darnell’s penis inside her, penetrating, thrusting. She had turned her head away every time he entered her. Now, she found herself wishing she hadn’t. It would have been both horrible and exciting to watch his long black penis slide into her. These thoughts were making her wet.
She quickly changed the sheets on the bed and, after showering, selected a cotton print dress from among those she and Rona bought yesterday. She rubbed her body with the scented oil and pulled the dress over her head. It was skin tight. The fact that she was wearing neither a bra nor panties was obvious. The dress had a scooped neckline but, she was relieved to see, was high enough to conceal the black tattoo. She made up her face, finding that she enjoyed doing it and rather liked the new look. Her jet black hair fell just below her shoulders. She brushed it
She searched for a pencil and scrap of paper. “Yes,” she said.
“128 Forty-Eighth Street, apartment sixteen, tenth floor. There’s a garage under the building where he can park. He’s to accompany you to the apartment. It belongs to Rona. She will instruct you after you arrive. You and Paul are to do exactly what she orders you to do. No objections, no complaints. I’ll be getting a full report as well as a tape. Do you have the address?”
“Yes, Master, I have it.”
“Tell your husband he’s to wear his uniform. You are to sit in the back of the car. He is to open and close the door for you every time you enter or leave it. The slave owners continually devised ways to humiliate the black males, ways to diminish them in their own eyes and in the eyes of others. We want your husband to get some small sense of what that must have been like. I expect after yesterday, you have already begun to see him differently. Right?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I understand that you plan to have Darnell readmitted to your class tomorrow.”
“I’ll try.”
“Do more than try. Have him admitted. Let it be known that you have developed a fondness for him. He has been told to avoid requiring anything of you that might cause you to be dismissed, but after classes are over and away from the school he can require of you whatever he wishes. You will do your best to please him, Mrs. Gardner.”
She felt the anger rising but got control, “Yes, Master, I will try to please Darnell.”
“I must say I’m not entirely satisfied with the tapes of last evening. The fault is mostly Darnell’s. He tended to see you as an equal. I’ve reminded him that you are not his girlfriend, not his lover, not his equal. You are his servant, his subject, his slave. He’s to treat you as such or he will be denied your services. I can assure you Darnell does not want to be denied the services of his history teacher.” He paused. Ann said nothing. Watts continued, “The tapes also proved that you have lost none of your superior attitude. You object, you do not show proper respect, you obviously don’t show gratitude, don’t feel honored that a black man, even one as young as Darnell, has chosen you. That has to change, Mrs. Gardner, that has to change. Do you understand?”
She knew he was serious, “Yes, Master, I do. I understand.”
“For your sake I hope you do.” He hung up.
She felt like crying or throwing something or phoning Watts and telling him that she was not a servant, not a slave to Darnell or anyone else; telling him that she was tearing up the hateful contract. She looked around her spacious beautifully furnished bedroom, the huge master bath with a Jacuzzi, his and hers sinks, a big glass enclosed shower with multiple shower heads, a bidet, big mirrors, fluffy towels. Would she trade this for five or more years in a prison cell? Then there was the matter of harm possibly coming to her grandparents. Finally, although she tried to deny it, there were the orgasms. They felt like nothing she’d ever experienced or even imagined before. The feeling of Darnell’s penis inside her, penetrating, thrusting. She had turned her head away every time he entered her. Now, she found herself wishing she hadn’t. It would have been both horrible and exciting to watch his long black penis slide into her. These thoughts were making her wet.
She quickly changed the sheets on the bed and, after showering, selected a cotton print dress from among those she and Rona bought yesterday. She rubbed her body with the scented oil and pulled the dress over her head. It was skin tight. The fact that she was wearing neither a bra nor panties was obvious. The dress had a scooped neckline but, she was relieved to see, was high enough to conceal the black tattoo. She made up her face, finding that she enjoyed doing it and rather liked the new look. Her jet black hair fell just below her shoulders. She brushed it
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