...of all Possible Worlds
by T.S. Severe

Chapter 4


"Do I still have to go to school?" I wondered.

"Of course." Mr. Reiser laughed and he was driving us to a restaurant, even
though my mom had prepared a dinner for him, for all of us. 

We hadn't stayed very long after Mr. Reiser had fucked me. Just long enough
for me to take a shower and double check the bag my mom had packed for
me. Enough time for my mom to wash the semen stains out of Mr. Reiser's
trousers. He'd borrowed a clean shirt from my dad, it was a salmon colored
Izod polo that my dad liked to wear for golfing. Letting Mr. Reiser borrow
it because I'd cum all over the man's white dress shirt probably seemed
funny, but daddy hadn't complained and Mr. Reiser hadn't even blushed.

"Can I go to the same school I'm going to now?"

"No." He shook his head. "There's a segregated school for domestics, you'll
go there in the morning."

"Oh." I tried to hide my disappointment. "How long will you keep me?"

"As long as I want." Mr. Reiser said. "Maybe forever."

"What?" I giggled. "You can't keep me when I'm old. I was freeborn."

"The law says I can keep you until you're thirty-six." Mr. Reiser
shrugged. "Twenty years. Do you think you'll want to leave me when you're
thirty-six?"

"I don't know." I frowned at that because I couldn't even imagine being
twenty.

"Most slaves don't." The man told me, sounding like he knew all about
it. "If they're kept that long it isn't because they're slaves."

"It's not?"

"It's because they want to stay." Mr. Reiser said.

"Maybe they're scared to leave."

"Same thing, isn't it?" Mr. Reiser asked me with a glance and I shrugged
because I didn't know. "Imagine a girl who's been a slave for twenty years
being set free. She has no money; her parents are old and she has no
husband, or even a boyfriend. She might have some children, if she's been
bred by a careless Master, half white bastards who can't get any kind of
social services, no school or medicine, just handouts from the Salvation
Army on Christmas Eve. She's cold, hungry, and alone...Don't you think
she'd rather stay?"

I shivered, not liking that picture very much at all and not really
understanding what he was trying to tell me. A girl couldn't be a slave
longer than twenty years, not a freeborn one anyway, and that was what I
was. He'd have to let me go and most freeborn were set free after just a
year or two. My mom had been a slave until she was barely twenty and the
man had set her free so she could marry my daddy. We were the minority,
just five percent of all blacks, and the abolitionists called us Uncle Toms
mostly, or Poster Niggers, cause we were the black people who made the
South look good. I didn't know much about that stuff though and mostly I
didn't want to.

"You don't have to think about any of that." Mr. Reiser frowned. "I
shouldn't have said it. You're too sweet to worry about such things."

My mood had changed now and I was feeling homesick, just fifteen minutes
after leaving. I knew I was a slave and that didn't bother me, it had to
happen sooner or later and I was lucky it was Mr. Reiser. Being child of
free parents I enjoyed some rights and privileges, not many, but more than
most black people, the ones who worked the factories and fields, the ones
who were bought and sold everyday and would never be free. My parents, my
daddy especially, had hoped that me being girly like I am, a sissy and
queer, would keep me safe. A lot of freeborn weren't ever slaves. My mom
had her own reasons for treating me as a girl, but she'd been hopeful too,
and now I imagined she was crying.

I was in the minority, a small class of people who were neither black nor
white, really, but grey somehow. I just had to do my time in chains and
then...I didn't want to think about what Mr. Reiser had said. I would never
have tried to look that far into the future by myself and I doubted too
many other sixteen year olds would either. It was how the country kept the
grey class grey and small and easily managed. One child was all they could
have and that one could be taken away at sixteen, returned later at the
whim of his or her owner. People like my parents were grateful for that. I
was grateful and even sitting there, reasoning it all out for the first
time in my life, I couldn't find the strength to rebel against it.

Some did, a very few, but I wasn't one of those.

"Here we are. Smile for me now, we'll have a good time." Mr. Reiser said,
parking his car while black valets opened our doors. "This is an Owners
Club."

"Owners Club?" I forced myself to smile and got out carefully, still
wearing my same outfit from Saucy's, including my thong, still damp and
stained with sperm. He hadn't let me wash or change that, I'd just put it
back on after my shower.

"This is where masters bring their mistresses." Mr. Reiser
chuckled. "That's a bad pun, I know."

"Oh." I giggled lightly but I didn't really get it at first, not until we
were inside.

"Wait." He told the valet and I stood near the steps as Mr. Reiser
retrieved a plastic bag from the glove compartment. He nodded then and
closed the passenger door, letting the boy drive off.

"You need this now." My new Master told me and it was a red bag, waxed shut
and marked with the state seal.

"Yes sir." I swallowed hard and I knew what it was.

Mr. Reiser broke the seal and removed a square of thin plastic, or some
other material. I have no idea what it was made of and I'd never seen one
for real before, but I knew what it was. All black people did. I held out
my left arm for him, wrist up without being told to do so and Mr. Reiser
handed the empty bag to one of the servants who were standing there and
then peeled the plastic away, much like a decal and he pressed the rubbery
part of it to my skin, squeezing it to my flesh for ten or fifteen seconds,
maybe longer, and then he pulled it away.

"That should do it." He said and we both looked at my arm, but of course
there was nothing to see.

"Thank you, Master." I said softly and it may seem strange, considering I'd
just been tattooed a slave.

He took the plastic envelope back and put the marker inside it, folding it
into his jacket. He'd have to submit it with my paperwork for ownership the
following day. I was scanned at the door, a black man using a blue light to
make the tattoo glow and it was for Mr. Reiser's satisfaction more than
anything else, since the servant had just seen it applied to me. The tattoo
wouldn't wash off or wear off, it was as permanent as they could make such
things and I'd have it until I was set free again.

"Now you're mine." Mr. Reiser smiled and I nodded, feeling nothing at all
at his words, except perhaps a sense of relief that it was done. I was
officially a slave, as my mother had been, and her mother before her.

The place he'd brought me was an old plantation manor, or maybe a new
building just made to look that way. It was located on the edge of the city
proper, set back across a vast lawn with a long drive lined with big old
cottonwood trees and well maintained shrubs. It was all very impressive,
even at night, especially as the house was lit up from within and without,
with gleaming white columns and steps and huge golden windows set in the
alabaster façade. Just inside the main entrance, Mr. Reiser was greeted by
a very large black man wearing a burgundy uniform and it was all very
formal it seemed to me.

Every man there, except for the employees of course, was white, and every
one of them was accompanied by a black girl, so far as I could tell. This
was where the Masters slipped away from their white wives to enjoy an
evening with their black slaves, Mr. Reiser explained and we were walking
slowly through the first floor. They couldn't be seen like this in a normal
restaurant or club, the best places were all segregated anyway and a black
girl wouldn't be allowed inside, slave or not. So for the last sixty years
or so, slave owners had formed and joined private gentlemen's clubs, owners
clubs like this one. They'd probably done it before the First Civil War as
well, but I didn't know for sure. It was upscale, very expensive to join,
and offered a discrete, yet public outlet for these men to enjoy their
slaves in the company of other owners.

So many of the other women I saw were beautiful and they were dressed much
better than I was. I felt very self-conscious in that slutty outfit I was
wearing, but Mr. Reiser didn't seem to notice at all. I did see some other
girls too, dressed rather sexily, even whorish some of them, and they were
all younger it seemed, like me. Perhaps it was an age thing, I wasn't sure,
but I definitely noticed that the women in their late twenties or early
thirties, they were all nicely dressed, many of them wearing jewels and
gold and looking very proud and pointedly ignoring girls like me. Their
white Masters fawned over them, some of them, and it was obvious that at
least a few of the couples I saw were in love.

The younger girls were giggling and smiling, flirting shamelessly and
drawing attention to their blatant sexuality. They made me nervous, the way
the older women made me shy. I saw a girl on her knees in an alcove,
mouthing her Master's cock, and another was plainly fucking her Master on a
loveseat, her skirt modestly covering their union, but the look on her face
was one of pure rapture and their orgasms couldn't be far off. Such scenes
were the exceptions however, as most of the people were more restrained in
their behavior. It wasn't an orgy or anything, but it was clear that the
morals of the place were completely relaxed. It was difficult for me not to
stare at some of the people as we made our way through the house and it was
a large one, a true mansion with sitting rooms and a lounge with a bar, and
a black man playing a piano. I heard the clink of billiards from somewhere,
the dull talk and laughter of men drinking, and smelled food finally. It
reminded me that I was very hungry just then.

"If you'll excuse me, Dani, I'm going to change my clothes." Mr. Reiser
told me. "Jacket and tie required for dinner, I'm afraid. I'll be right
back. If you want to freshen up, it's just there." He pointed towards a
door marked Ladies Powder Room and I nodded, but I didn't need it.

"Yes sir." I was all I said, being unsure exactly how I was supposed to
behave in that place.

He went through a door marked Gentlemen's Dressing Room and that made
sense, I supposed. I wondered if that was the men's bathroom too, because I
was hopeless new to all this. I looked around and there were plenty of
chairs and sofas and loveseats, arranged in the spacious halls in between
the drawing rooms and whatnot. The whole place was rather intimidating to
me and I finally settled onto a leather sofa near the wall, crossing my
legs and sitting very stiffly as people passed, black employees and white
members, and of course their black female guests.

"Hi." A girl sat down next to me, a black girl maybe a year or two older,
and dressed in silver short-shorts and a matching silver bikini top.

She looked so completely out of place like that, I just stared at her for a
moment, but then I supposed it was no worse than what I was wearing. There
was just a lot less of it, but we were both showing a ridiculous amount of
skin. She was pretty too, with large breasts that I envied and a large
round ass like a lot of black girls have. I didn't envy that so much, I was
happy with my smaller, firmer and certainly no less round butt. 

"Hello." I said after my initial hesitation and she was opening her purse,
fixing her lipstick.

"New here? You gotta be freeborn, me too. Just get picked up?" She asked me
and she liked to talk, I could tell.

"Um, yeah. I guess so." I nodded. "My uh...Owner is changing."

"Owner, yeah." She laughed. "It's okay, everybody has one. Mine's calling
his wife."

"Oh."

"She hates me. See?" She leaned forward, pulling left bikini cup down and I
could see some long thin scars on her skin, around the girl's big black
nipple. Some whitish and older maybe, others sort of pink and red and
looking fresh.

"What happened?" I blinked at that.

"She whips my tits. My ass too." The girl shrugged.

"What?" I frowned. "Why would she do that?"

"Because her husband loves me." The girl smiled. "Why else? White people
are so weird."

"Doesn't he get mad?" I asked.

"Well, yeah, but what's he gonna do about it? She's his wife." The girl put
her makeup away. "Your owner married?"

"I don't know." I swallowed hard.

"Probably, huh?" She shrugged. "It's the wives you gotta watch out for,
believe me."

"Okay."

"None of the girls here like the wives." She giggled. "Unless they're dykes
or whatever, but they have their own club, so...I gotta go. See ya."

"Yeah, okay." I said, but she was already bouncing away towards a short fat
white guy who was smiling at her.

That gave me something new to think about. Was there a Mrs. Reiser? And if
there was, what would she think of me? Was she going to be mad because her
husband had sex with me? Was she going to punish me for it, as if it was my
fault that he'd bought me? Because that was what he'd done. He'd just have
to pay the government for the right to own another person; my parents
didn't get a dime of that money. Was Mrs. Reiser going to hurt me? I was
already nervous enough, confused and homesick and now this on top of it.

I wanted to go home; this wasn't what I'd expected when I'd been kissing
Mr. Reiser on my mom's sofa.

"Hi, Dani, hey...What's wrong?" 

Mr. Reiser was back after ten minutes and he must have had a full change of
clothes in that room because now he was wearing a casual mustard suit with
an olive tie. It was nice but my mind was on other things and he could
tell.

"Are you, um, married?" I asked, looking up at him as he stood in front of
me.

"Married?" Mr. Reiser smiled.

"A girl, she was here and she told me her owner's wife whips her sometimes
and nobody likes their owner's wives and I really don't want to be whipped
or anything..." I said it all fast, with one deep breath and I was almost
going to cry.

"Nobody is going to whip you." He narrowed his eyes and held out his hands
for me to take.

"...I don't want to be in trouble." I took his hands slowly, letting him
pull me to my feet.

"I'm not married." Mr. Reiser told me. "I have a housekeeper and a cat."

"Oh." I took a deep breath.

"You're not allergic to cats are you?" He cocked his head slightly.

"No."

"Good. I'd hate to move." Mr. Reiser smiled. "It's his house."

"What?" I giggled. "What do you mean?"

"You never had a cat, huh?" He held my hand, leading me towards the dining
room. "If you did you'd understand."

"I had a puppy once." I smiled at him, feeling relived that the man wasn't
married and I looked at his hand just to make sure, but rings come off
easily anyway.

"And now I have one." He teased me. "A cute, sexy, fuck puppy all my own."

"Oh!" I gasped and felt my skin burn as he hadn't whispered that or
anything. I looked around and there were men watching me, the way they do
sometimes, but nobody was paying attention to what Mr. Reiser had just
said, I hoped.

"Table for two, sir?" A young black woman asked and she was the hostess
evidently. "Smoking or non-smoking?"

It was just like being in any other restaurant I'd ever been in and we were
soon seated at a small round table. The food was served at a buffet and we
sat there long enough for Mr. Reiser to order wine and a moment later I had
a glass in front of me. I stared at it, having never drank alcohol in my
life and I wondered why the waiter had given it to me. He had to know I
wasn't old enough to drink, the drinking age was twenty-one.

"Let's have a little toast." Mr. Reiser picked up his glass and I took mine
tentatively. "To your father's new job."

"Okay." I smiled and Mr. Reiser was waiting on me, I thought, so I took a
sip and the bubbles tickled my nose but it tasted really good, kind of
sweet and nice.

"Do you like champagne?" He asked me.

"Is that what this is?" I smiled. "Yeah, it's good. But...I'm not supposed
to..."

"You can here, don't worry." Mr. Reiser told me. "You can do whatever I
want you to and nobody will care. Well, anything within reason."

"Okay." I nodded at that and sipped some more champagne, giggling because
my parents would kill me if they knew I was drinking. 

"Let's get something to eat, shall we?" My Reiser started to get up and I
was just following along with my little tummy growling softly. The food
smelled really good.

"Do you usually eat that much?" Mr. Reiser smiled at me as we sat down and
I'd put a lot of food on my plate, a little bit of everything and I smiled
sheepishly.

"No." I admitted. "I'm just...Hungry."

"Okay, that's fair." He nodded. "I just don't want to see you spoiling your
body."

"Spoiling it?" I glanced down and I didn't think I had much of a body
anyway.

"I'm going to get you some tits, soon. I'll have to make the arrangements,
but by the end of the month I should think."

"Um, okay." I blinked at that.

"You're going to be a girl for me, but you're keeping your cock and balls."
Mr. Reiser said conversationally and again I felt hot all over. "I like
that about you. I like it a lot, so we're going to talk to some doctors. I
want you on female hormones, but I want that little girl cock of yours
working too, understand me?"

"I think so." I said, taking a small bite of my prime rib. "I take some
pills already."

"Hmmm...We'll see what the doctors say. I like it hard and like it when you
cum for me, okay?" He smiled. "I want to see your cock hard all the time,
so maybe there's something we can do about that too."

"All the time?" I asked, glancing around nervously, but the tables were far
enough apart to give some privacy.

"Uh-huh." He nodded, eating slowly while we talked. "We'll work out a diet
too, get you some aerobics or dance classes or something. Do you like to
dance?"

"Yeah...Yes sir." I smiled. "I think so."

"I picked you because I love your body, Dani." He told me bluntly. "I like
your personality too, but we don't know each other that well yet. So for
now, I'm just going to make sure you're the fucktoy I want and worry about
the rest of you as it happens, okay?"

"Yes sir." I said softly, lowering my eyes and this wasn't the sort of
conversation I'd imagined us having over a nice dinner, or anytime for that
matter.

"Don't be mad, and don't be sad; I'm telling you the truth." Mr. Reiser
told me. "I'll never lie to you and if I catch you lying to me about
anything, I'll punish you."

"Punish me?" I looked up at that, feeling like he was punishing me right
then for some reason.

"You might decide to try and runaway sometime." Mr. Reiser continued,
ignoring my questioning looks. "Do you know what the punishment for that
is?"

"Rehabilitation." I said, sucking my lips.

"That's right and it isn't up to me, it's the law." He told me and I knew
that already. "If you run away you will be caught and you will be
rehabilitated. When I get you back..."

"What?" I asked although I was afraid to.

"I'll sell you." He told me. "I won't keep a runaway, not even a girl as
special as you."

"Sell me, but..." I stared at him and I started shaking slightly. I wasn't
feeling very hungry anymore either and I just held my fork in the air.

"I'll put you on the black market, on the slaver's block, have you heard of
that?" Mr. Reiser asked me and I shook my head. "It's where freeborn end up
if they're not careful, illegal slaves that nobody cares about because they
just disappear."

"Disappear?" I could barely get the word out.

"Are you frightened, Dani?" Mr. Reiser sipped his champagne and I
nodded. "Good, remember how it feels. Don't ever forget it and you'll never
have to feel it again, I promise."

"Yes sir."

"You be my good girl, Dani." He was saying. "You do what I want. You be
honest with me, and you don't have to be afraid of anything. Now, drink
your champagne...That's it...All of it, the whole glass..."

I drank the champagne quickly and Mr. Reiser refilled my glass, telling me
to drink all of that one as well and I felt light-headed at the end of it,
but much more relaxed. He poured me a third glass, emptying the bottle, and
he let me sip that one as I started eating again.

He'd frightened me terribly with his talk, but he was right. I didn't have
to be afraid because I wasn't going to do anything wrong. I wasn't going to
run away or disobey him, I knew that. I wanted to be happy with him and I
looked forward to pleasing Mr. Reiser. I'd been brought up knowing I'd have
a Master someday, it was inevitable, now that day was here and I wasn't
fighting it. I accepted it happily, the way my own mother had, and her
parents before her. 

After it was over, I'd have a different life. I'd be free again and
forever, able to have my own family, although I wasn't too sure about
finding a woman to marry and have a baby with. Women held no attraction for
me at all, but that was something different and distant, and I pushed it
out of my head. Or at least I tried to push it out. Perhaps I'd find a free
black man and he'd take me as his wife, that was a nice thought, and if we
couldn't have a baby, we'd live with it. We might be able to adopt, there
were a lot of babies out there, a lot of half-breeds who needed parents,
and...

"Now the good news." Mr. Reiser smiled and he was happy I was eating. "I'll
let you visit your parents every Sunday, for now at least. Sunday
afternoons, alright? I know you miss them already and your mother will be
worried, you can call them tomorrow."

"Thank you, Mr. Reiser." I smiled at that and it was more than I'd hoped
for really, being able to see them every week.

"Do you know how to drive yet?" He asked me and I nodded because I'd just
gotten my license. "Good, I have a car for you already, so..."

"Really?" I smiled at him and the man laughed.

"Yeah, really." He said. "I'll expect you to run the house eventually and
so you'll need to get around right?"

"Run the house?"

"The household?" He smiled. "Dani, I expect you to be like a wife in a lot
of ways, not just in the bedroom. You're not my guest, or my servant,
alright?"

"But...I'm just a slave." I thought I'd had too much of that champagne and
I shook my head slightly as if to clear it.

"Look, Dani..." Mr. Reiser was speaking slowly, considering his
words. "...I want a wife, okay? But I don't want a woman, first of all. And
secondly, I don't want a white woman."

"Oh." I kind of frowned, not understanding him.

"I like...I love, black boys who look like girls." He tilted his
head. "Unfortunately, there just aren't very many of you around, at least
none who look like you do. You're beautiful, Dani, and in a perfect world
I'd take you out for a nice dinner, offer you a diamond ring, and marry
you."

"Ahhhh..." I swallowed hard as I tried to imagine all of that.

"As it is, I can only buy you and hope that there's a girl I can love
inside the body that I adore." He shrugged. "If I'm really lucky, then
someday you'll love me too."

"But I'm still your slave." I said.

"I can set you free anytime I want." He smiled. "But then it becomes a
little harder to explain to the boys at the country club why I'm living
with a black transsexual, doesn't it? Can you see my dilemma?"

"So..." I drank more champagne. "...Even if I do really love you, and you
love me, you'd still keep me as a slave just so..."

"Nobody would know." He sighed. "Yeah. Pathetic, isn't it?"

"Then why bring me here? Aren't you worried about someone finding out about
me, or us or whatever?"

"Here?" Mr. Reiser chuckled and glanced around. "What happens here never
happened once we leave. It's the golden rule."

I smiled and looked down.

"We live in a society full of hypocrites. So long as you're my slave, I can
love you."

"And if I'm free?"

"If you're free?" He shrugged. "I have to ignore you like every other negra
I pass on the street."

We'd finished our meal and my little brain felt overfull with all of
Mr. Reiser's talk. At times he'd sounded almost abolitionist with some of
the things he said and that was frightening, but at other times he sounded
very much like I'd expect a white slave owner to sound. I still wasn't sure
exactly what he expected of me, other than sex I mean, but even I could
understand that the man did want something more than a sissy for his
bed. Companionship, I suppose, but he was right, we didn't know each other
at all, not as people, and so it would take some time. I was just a sixteen
year old girl, on the inside at least, and so falling in love was easy,
wanting and dreaming, all of it. Mr. Reiser was older, much older, and so
he was more practical, I suppose.

"I want to show you something before we go home." Mr. Reiser told me and he
was bringing me downstairs, into the cellars of that large manor.

The underground was clean enough and well lit, but roughly finished and
deliberately so, I thought, with a stone floor and brick walls. There were
heavy beams crossing the ceiling and pillars to support the house
above. Much of it was for storage I assumed, but not all of it, and I found
myself in a largish room with metal folding chairs and a small stage. There
was a podium and before I could wonder what the place was used for,
Mr. Reiser was leading me through another door and into another room and I
did know what that place was.

I stopped a few feet inside it and I didn't want to go on. I didn't need
to, I could see the cages, iron cages built to hold humans and they were
empty now, but the smell was overpowering. There was a stench of sweat and
fear and this was where slaves were held before they were auctioned off in
the other room. I'd never seen such a place before and I didn't like
it. Who would?

"Let's go home now." Mr. Reiser said and he'd shown me what he needed to,
we didn't talk about it.


End of chapter 04