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to work tonight. I
stepped out of the showroom and phoned Deborah’s cel.
    “Good afternoon, Master! This slave wishes to
serve.”
    “First things first: Don’t lose my house key,
Deborah. I might not hear the doorbell at two in the morning.”
    “This slave will keep careful track of your key,
Master. This slave is honored to be trusted with a key to your house. Does
Master require anything else?”
    “Actually, what you keep saying is what I’m calling
about. Deborah, when you talk to anyone but me, I command you to say `I’ or `me’
instead of `Deborah’ or `this slave’—and I command you to refer to me in public
as `Tim,’ not `Master.’ If you talk to me where someone might overhear you, say
`I’ and `me’ and `Tim,’ but not the word `obey.’”
    “This slave obeys, Master.”
    “Great! And if I’d phoned you at the club, what
would you say instead of `this slave obeys, Master’?”
    “I’d say, uh, `I will, Tim.’”
    “Great, you understand. One more thing, and this is
very important, Deborah: Do not do anything illegal. Avoid everything that’s
drug-related, don’t solicit the customers, and don’t whore with the customers.”
    “Do you know that this slave would not say no if
you pimped this slave?”
    “Not going there, Deborah. You owe me money, and
you’ll pay it off, but this whole deal bothers my conscience enough as it is.”
    “You are wonderful, Master. This slave loves you.”
    Because I choose not to pimp you? My Power does
weird shit sometimes.
    ****
    Later, sometime between midnight and dawn, I awoke
to a line of bright light coming from the bathroom, and the sound of sink
faucets spraying. Shading my eyes with my hand, I croaked, “Deborah?”
    The faucet sounds stopped, and Deborah stepped into
my bedroom. “Oh, Master, this slave didn’t mean to wake you!”
    “It’s okay. How’d you do tonight?”
    Deborah grabbed her purse that had been hanging
from the doorknob, opened her purse, and pulled out a wad of cash. “Master,
this slave earned you $217 tonight. And that’s without this slave doing
anything illegal, although”—her smile was proud and sexy—“this slave got two offers .”
Deborah kicked her shoes off and sashayed toward my bed, dropping the green
bills like rose petals as she moved closer.
    “Deb, I’m glad you did well, but I need to go back
to sleep.”
    “Oh! Sorry, Master. But don’t worry, this slave
knows how to zonk you out.”
    She did, too—after roughly a half-hour, I fell
asleep and stayed asleep (till the alarm went off). But her method was a little
different: It didn’t require sleeping pills, but it did require nudity
(hers and mine), and encouraged a condom. And during that half-hour that
Deborah gave me her sleep therapy, I was very wide awake!
    ****
    The next morning, while Deborah was cooking eggs, I
opened up a brand-new notebook to its first page. I picked up a pen and wrote, “CREDIT:
$217.00; BALANCE: $217.00.”
    “What is that, Master?” Deborah asked. “Something
for the dealership?”
    “Actually, it’s for you,” I said. “I’m writing down
the money you pay me, as a credit. I’m charging you half the cost of groceries,
as a debit. If you have to pay income tax beyond withholding, that’ll be a
debit too. I’m not charging you for rent or utilities. When your balance
reaches forty-three thousand, I’ll free you. Feel free to check this notebook
for yourself, anytime you wish.”
    “Oh.” From her tone, she didn’t know what to make
of all this. Finally she said, “Anytime you wish to free this slave is okay
with this slave, Master.”
    “Well, Deborah won’t feel that way, once she’s
freed. And Deborah should know that she wasn’t kept one day longer than
necessary, or worked for one more dollar than necessary.”
    Even so, Deborah probably will use a meat
cleaver on me in the first minute of her freedom , I thought. She volunteered
only for her body to be enslaved, not her mind.

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