Jonas enjoys the party

It occurred to Jonas that perhaps the moral thing to do would be to change the world back to the way it was, undo the wish he had made and bring back America and let that bitch of a step-slut continue to boss him around and act as a bad influence on his Miranda.

Then again, Jonas figured that with multiverse theory being what it was, his old world had not necessarily 'gone away' as such, and that even if he wished for the world to go back to the way it was without slavery, this world would continue to exist and these people would still be here. There would still be people that were slaves and people that were **** owners.

People like him.

Jonas looked around at the well-trained mostly naked **** boys and girls waiting on the guests hand and foot. Quite literally in some cases. He remembered how it was common for slaves to wash feet, rub feet, massage feet, lick feet, and suck on toes. As Jonas looked around it seemed that virtually every couch and chair had at least one boy or girl chained up who began tending to the feet of anyone who happened to sit down in the seat above them.
Jonas watched how the young men and women treated the human chattel around him. Most of the citizens and subjects simply ignored the slaves beneath them. Those that did acknowledge their presence usually did so with loving pets and caresses of the head and cheek. Only occasionally did Jonas watch slaves being struck or abused.
Jonas scanned the party and spotted the Red Tent where his new memories told him that when someone wants to enjoy some wholesome sadism with their slaves that that is where they should take their fuck meat of choice.

"My lord is looking peckish." A nubile young blonde wearing little more than her **** collar, some body glitter and a smile was holding a tray of scallops wrapped in shrimp. "Would your exalted self care for an appetizer?" She asked Jonas. "Or is your appetite craving something more substantial?" The blonde **** girl held her tray to the side so that Jonas could see her properly. Jonas remembered that at parties like this, it was common for the ****'s owners to dose them with aphrodisiacs and fertility ****. Chances were good that the girl would be punished if she did not become pregnant this night.
Jonas grabbed a scallop from her tray. "Thank you but." He was about to say that he was married before remembering that in this world, that was not true. Clara was his ****, not his wife, a thought that brought a grin to Jonas's face. "Thank you but I am in no rush. Off you go." He said giving the girl a gentle pat on the rear. A sign of affection from a citizen to a ****. The girl grinned and thanked him before Jonas continued to wander this new world of his making.

Jonas spied two naked contortionists twisting their bodies into a variety of positions so that the guests could watch them suck and fuck in ways that he'd never even considered possible. The inverted cunnilingus competed for attention with two naked youths dueling with rapiers, their bodies glistening from the oil on their trained and toned bodies. The expert swordsmen dueled like their lives depended on it, which Jonas considered that, as this party was being thrown by Charles Edward's daughter, they might be.

"Mr. Jonas Brooks?" A **** girl said, "My Mistress requests your presence. Would your most exalted personage follow this base and common slut to my Lady?" Cassie requested as she bowed down, eyes low and cleavage on display.

"Lord Brooks. Please!" Kevin cried, crashing down the stairs and clinging to Jonas's leg. "I know about the binding ring. I know about Jessica. Please My Lord. She will kill me! She cannot allow me, her ****, to live knowing what I know. Please, please, please, protect me!"

Cassie gave Kevin a stern kick. "Be quiet cum guzzler. Save that pretty mouth of yours for more productive work. What is a class-4 supposed to do against someone like Master Edwards?"

Jonas saw the sheer terror and panic in the ****-boy's expression. He vaguely remembered the kid from Miranda's class in the other world. He had been a nerdy kid with all of Jonas's books and had almost creamed himself when Jonas autographed them. He seemed like an awkward kid with a hard life in the old world. Now, as a ****, he looked like someone's fantasy of a harem twink with the expression of someone who knew what it meant to feel absolute hopelessness amidst boundless suffering.

Jonas could not say no to those puppy-dog eyes.

"I wish that..."Jonas paused, unsure how to phrase what he was thinking. "I wish that you were my **** and that you were back at my place right now." Jonas watched Kevin simply vanish, edited out of the frame of reality. He figured that his mother and Clara could take care of the boy until he got home.

Jonas turned to Cassie and gestured for her to lead the way.