Feel better now?" "Is what they are telling me the truth, Karen?", I asked her directly.Feel better now?" "Is what they are telling me the truth, Karen?", I asked her directly. "Yes, it is the truth, Mr. Wade. And the whole truth is that I love every second of it. Nothing turns me on more than being the slave of these black girls and doing whatever it is that they ask me to do." Her response was quite clearly spoken and seemed to be quite sincere, but still there was something about it all that bothered me. Perhaps I just wasn't used to the idea of a woman wanting to be the slave of a group of black teenagers. "You spoke of punishment out in the hall...do these girls punish you often Karen?", I asked. "Not really", she replied, "you see they only punish me when I don't do the things they request of me, and that very seldom happens." "Just what sort of things do they make you do?", I wondered. The black teen who had been acting as spokesperson smiled and said, "Why don't we just show Mr. Wade some of the things we make you do? He might find it very interesting." "Anything you say, Mistress", Karen said calmly. The other girls all clapped and giggled and the "Mistress" Karen had referred to opened the drapes which covered the large window at the end of the room and cleared off the low table which sat in front of it. |