Contrasts by Charles Arnold

body hair removed permanently. After that she’ll be tattooed, a black spade on her breast and another on her left ankle. Her right ankle will be fitted with a gold bracelet with black letters attached that will let all black men and women know she belongs to them. We will also buy a complete wardrobe of sexy clothes and shoes plus an expensive makeup kit and some other stuff. It will take most of the day.” She turned and went back to her desk where the phone was ringing.
    Ann and Paul were about to get on the elevator when Rona, holding up the phone, called them back. “Your Master wants to speak with you,” she handed the phone to Paul.
    “What kind of shoes is Rona wearing?” Watts asked.
    Paul glanced down at the girl’s feet, “Very high heels.”
    “Her toes?”
    “Bare.”
    “Ask her permission to kneel at her feet and kiss her toes.”
    “What?”
    “I’m not in the habit of repeating myself. Do it. Leave the phone open. I want to hear you. Remember to address her properly.”
    Paul looked quickly around the reception area. There was no one except the three of them. He glanced at Ann feeling his cheeks redden. Turning back to Rona and speaking loud enough for his words to carry to the phone he asked, “Mistress Rona, may I please kiss your....kiss your feet?”
    She was young enough to be his daughter. She laughed and nodded. He got to his knees and leaned over to touch his lips to her long black toes. She looked down at him, “Get used to it, cause maybe Mr. Watts gonna make you my bitch.” She handed him a box that was sitting on her desk. “He’s also gonna make you his driver. He says for you to stay away from the trucking company. John will take care of things there. You’re to be on call for when he wants you to drive your wife somewhere.” She pointed to the box. “Your uniform is in there. Be sure to wear it when you’re drivin her.”
    Paul looked hard at her, frowning, “But I’m not a goddamn chauffeur. I own a company.”
    The girl laughed, “Not no more you don’t, least not for the next ninety days. You better change your fuckin attitude or your wife gonna get what slave women got. You know what that was?” He said nothing. “They got stripped and whipped.” She looked up at them grinning. “I’m real good with a whip. Now, you put on your uniform tomorrow morning and come with your wife. You gonna be our driver for the day.”

Chapter Four
    Journal Entry
    It’s late, long past midnight. Neither Ann nor I are able to sleep. She’s lying in our bed wide awake staring at the ceiling. We tried to comfort each other, but failed. I guess each of us is caught up in our own thoughts. We should have been prepared for what was said and what happened at the meeting with Watts this evening. It was all there in the damn contracts. I guess we refused to acknowledge it and went there hoping the things we agreed to in the contracts might be negotiable. Seeing that huge fat black bastard slide his hand up Ann’s leg and squeeze her bare ass was almost more than I could take. And making her suck the finger he had pushed up inside her was worse. In spite of the revulsion and anger, my cock had become harder than I ever remember it being. It became hard again when I was made to kiss that black girl’s feet. What did she say about me being her bitch? What’s wrong with me? Just writing these words has made my dick hard again.
    The black girl, Rona, told me I had to stay away from the office. Instead I’m to be Ann’s driver. She even gave me a fucking uniform and cap I’m to wear. I’m supposed to go with Ann in the morning and drive them around to wherever this Rona person wants to go. We’re to meet with Watts again tomorrow evening. He wants us to have the damn contracts memorized.
    Ann did manage to sleep for a few hours. She was surprised to see that Paul was up and wearing the uniform Rona had given him. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He looked