A girl can have dreams...

When Errin next comes to, she's immediately aware of her right cheek stinging. "Good girl, Errin. With a performance like that, you're fast becoming my favorite employee. Look at me!" Her eyes are slow to open, and in the space of time she has to think about moving her eyelids, she hears her boss grunt and feels his hand on her warm skin. Stars...she sees stars dance through her vision and that familiar sting on her cheek. "Look at your master." She tilts her head to face the direction of his voice and snaps her eyes wide open. His tone eases from the tension it was holding, "Good girl. I'm not sure if you'll be able to handle all the training you so clearly require, but that won't slow me down." Errin is breathy and sore, especially her legs and between them as well. "Every day you'll complete your tasks, by the book, to the T, to every specification and detail as I have set out for this housekeeping staff. Beds, floors, bathrooms, towels, windows, carpets...everything will be perfect. You'll be polite to guests and staff, obedient to a fault, and eager. Yes, very eager to return to us each day. I will train you if you make mistakes, and even if you don't. Some trainings will be rough and hard to stomach while others will seem too easy. I will hold you to your word. Do you remember the oath you spoke, the claim you made, the promise you said to me earlier?" Errin is dissociating and confused. She sits on bent knees, still for many silent moments, catching her breath, and trying to gather her recollections. Tho mouth agape, wide eyed and dumb, she does clock her boss's arm winding up, his fingers spread, and her mind finds the answer. "Yes Sir! I have what it takes to be trained by you." From behind, she hears Tonya humming as she fastens a collar to Errin's neck. "I will obey."

-Click-

"Oh, I'm going to have fun with you. I am a lucky man to have acquired you first. I know the mayor and the police deputies will want you. Hell, the whole city of New Atlanta even! But you're mine and I'm going to train you right. Your final task today is to clean me and dress me once more." He motions. It is only then that Errin shifts her gaze from his face, down, down down his naked torso, below his belly button to a thick snake of a long, limp dark penis, hanging from the bush of his pubic hair, sheen with wetness. It's the first she has ever seen outside of the school diagrams. A penis. And two matching bulbs hanging, testicles she says in her mind. She decides right then and there that she likes looking at all three. It feels normal, natural, calming, and yet invigorating. She is also puzzled...why, oh why is her boss naked? What is that liquid dripping from his penis...dripping...dripping...on the carpet! Her housekeeper instincts kick in, and she grabs the cloth and daintily dabs the tip and cleans his penis shaft. She still though, is puzzled. Questioningly, she looks up and meets his eyes. Her mouth purses. He only laughs loud and looks pleased. "Upstaters never fully read the contract, let alone the laws for New Atlanta." More laughter. She wipes all traces of liquid off his hefty member. "Men of dark skin, black skin tones of all shades, men of any ilk have the right to use you nearly whenever they damn well please. You serve willingly or...unwillingly." That hesitation. His little chuckle. But that collar there..." , She touches the metal clasp and lock, "that collar will tell any and all who owns you, who trains you, who you serve. Who they must ask permission to use you. Only I will remove that collar. Is. That. Clear?" The emphasis. Errin is compliant and quite pliant indeed. He reaches and caresses between her legs. Her vagina. To her own surprise, she does not recoil. "Shave this bald. Caucasian women, straight, lesbian or bisexual serve black men here. This feels sore? Of course it does! Twenty-nine years old and still a virgin for penetration? Or at least you were this morning." Another laugh. "Do you have a wife or girlfriend? No matter, if she hasn't been claimed yet, it won't be long. Some fight; some fawn. Willingly or otherwise. All white women serve."

"Yes, Sir." Nodding, hands on down by her waist. "Yes, Sir." A pleasant smile. An eager smile.

"Good girl. Run along, back to the room. Get dressed in your uniform and finish your shift out strong."