Young Master and His Mature Slave

"Right this way." Jason leads us down a dark alley.

"How much longer?" I groan.

"Patience, my man." Jason slaps me on the back. "We are almost there."

I drag my feet and hang my head. We reach a dark and discreet door. Jason walks over and knocks. He taps on the door, in what sounds like Morse code. After he finishes his secret knocking, the door slowly creaks open, a bald, dark and muscular man, who must be the bouncer.

"Welcome, Mr. Poulos," he greets my friend, then turns towards me and glares. "Who is your friend?"

"This is my bro, Dexter. He just got out of a bad break-up and he needs what we have to offer."

My stomach twists into knots, and I stare at my shoes.

"Right this way." The bouncer leads us down the stairs below.

"Come on, man." Jason wraps his arms around me and pats me on the back. "Soon, you'll be glad Sara is out of your life."

"So... what? You are taking me out clubbing?" My eyes water up. "I'm really not into clubbing and flirting."

Jason grins. "Bro, this isn't any ordinary club."

The bouncer takes us down the stairs to another door. He opens the door and we enter a lounge. I feel a little relieved. It isn't one of the typical night clubs around town, with loads of noise, flashing lights and dancing. It seems to be a classy-looking bar with calm and respectable patrons.

"You need a drink, bro." Jason walks me over to the bar and orders us two stiff drinks.

I take my whiskey and sip.

"So..." I look around at the rest of the patrons, "this is what your playboy life gets you?"

"Yeah, man." Jason grins and sips his rum. "It sure is awesome having friends in high places."

"Oh yes," I reply, "I am sure lucky to have a blue-blood friend."

"Yep, you sure are lucky to have yours truly in your life."

I nod and look around the room. I see some of the men and women going behind a dark crimson curtain.

"You ready, bro?"

"Ready for what?" I ask, looking at the curtain.

"To finally get over your ex?"

"What is behind that curtain that could potentially help me get over my...." My heart sinks, I get really sad.

"Hey... hey." Jason reaches out and gives me a bro hug. "Hey, we are going to go behind those curtains, and we are going to have a good time." Jason takes hold of me and takes me to the curtained doorway.

We pass through the crimson curtains.

What I see causes my stomach to drop and my eyes freeze.

We are in a room filled with recliners and podiums, with men and women on the podiums naked men and women standing on the podiums being inspected by the patrons of the establishment.

My ears burn and my face goes red.

"Jason...." I squeak.

"Yeah, bro?" he asks.

"What... the... fuck... is this?"

I involuntarily stare at one of the women on the podiums. She is completely nude and has a woman behind her, who is clothed, wearing a black pantsuit and is holding a tablet.

The nude woman smiles at me, and blows me a kiss. The woman behind her notices me.

"Hello there," she says. "I haven't seen you before."

I stand there frozen like an ice sculpture.

"Oh, don't mind him," Jason says. "It's his first time at the marketplace."

He takes me over to one of the recliners in a secluded part of the room. Jason sits me down, and lips my whiskey to my mouth; helping me take a gulp of the powerful spirit.

"You okay, bro?"

"What... is this?" I ask, and point to all that is around us.

"This, my man, is what we call, The Forum."

"Yeah, and what is everyone doing here?"

Jason gives me a look like I had just asked him if water is wet. "What do you think, bro? We buy and sell slaves."

I feel the color drain from my face, and I tilt over. Jason puts down our drinks and catches me.

"Oh shit. What did you get me involved in, Jason? We are all going to go to jail."

Jason throws his head back and laughs. "Hahaha!" Tears roll down his cheek, he is laughing so hard. Some patrons notice us and laugh with him. Even the slaves can't help but giggle and laugh.

"Hahaha!" Jason catches his breath. "Oh. These slaves are all volunteers."

"Then how can they be slaves if they are volunteers."

"They are slaves because they are bound to submit to you and obey you."

"Why on Earth would anyone do that?"

"I don't know, bro." Jason shrugs his shoulders. "You can ask one of them once we purchase one."

"Say what?"

"Purchase one for you. Yeah, that is my gift for you."

"What makes you think I would want a slave?" I snap at him.

"Because, my man, let's just say you need to get over Sara." He hands me my whiskey. "And let's just say you suck at relationships."

"Geez, how thoughtful of you to say," I groan.

"What? It is true, man," Jason responds. "Think about it... Sara was the first girlfriend you ever had and it only lasted three months."

"Yeah, but..."

"But what?"

I go quiet and stare into my drink.

"You seem to have a problem with keeping a woman." He points to the slaves on display. "With these slaves, they will never leave you, no matter your flaws."

"Ugh. How romantic."

"Now, I'll tell you what, my man..." Jason takes me closer to one of the auction blocks, "I'm loaded and a very generous man." He pulls out his checkbook. "Just point to any one of these ladies, and I'll spare no expense for you."

I look up at the podium and see three women and a man on display. They are all naked with their hands tied behind their backs. The young man on the left end of the platform is short and skinny, with fair hair and skin.

The woman to the right of him is a young redhead, who looks eighteen or nineteen. She is thin and has large breasts; her face is pretty with green eyes and pouty lips. Her cunt is cleanly shaven.

Next to the redhead, is an Asian girl with jet black hair and brown eyes. Her complexion is pale and she is very thin, with D-cup breasts. Her cunt is also cleanly shaven.

Finally, on the right of the platform is a woman different from the rest. She is clearly older than the rest. She has brown eyes, some smile-line wrinkles, framed by long blonde hair. She is slim and has a few moles and blemishes on her stomach and under her breasts, which are small compared to the two previous girls. She has a small patch of dark pubic hair above her cunt.

The older one is staring at her feet, looking more depressed than the other girls and the guy for sale. I review the slaves for sale, while Jason stands behind me, and looks at the slaves.

"Well, Dex. Which one do you want?"

"Can I talk to any of them first?"

"Sure, man."

I walk up to the older woman.

"Hello."

She looks me in the eye and bursts into a smile. "Hello, sir."

She has an English accent that sounds like that of a posh lady.

"Oh, yes..." I am taken aback by her excitement.

One of the overseers walks over and stands behind her holding a riding crop and clipboard.

"What is your name?" I ask.

"I am called Eleanor," she replies, cheerily. "However, you can call me whatever you like, young sir."

"Okay, Eleanor. What are your skills?" I ask.

"Well, sir. I'm a very experienced housekeeper. I can clean, cook and..." Eleanor grins cheekily. "I'm also well-versed in pleasing a man."

"Schuff." Jason rolls his eyes.

"Good, Eleanor." I nod. "If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?"

"Oh. Yes," Eleanor bites her lip. "Sir, I'm forty-five years old."

"Oh, miss, I'm sorry I asked," I apologize.

She shakes her head. "Oh, sir, don't be sorry. It isn't your fault."

"All right, man." Jason wraps his arm around me. "Why don't you talk to one of these other sexy ladies." He points to the young redhead and Asian girl.

I approach the redhead. "Hello." I say to her.

The redhead doesn't even bother looking me in the eye. "Hi," she replies, in a snarky tone.

"What is your name?"

"Sydney," she replies.

"Okay, Sydney. What are you good at?"

"I dunno." She rolls her eyes.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"I dunno. I haven't done that much."

"Have you even had sex before."

Sydney winces her nose, and stares at me. "Ah, no," she replies.

"I sigh. "Sydney, how old are you?"

"I'm eighteen."

"Why are you even here?"

"Cause my daddy said I need to learn some respect."

I back away.

"Naughty girl." Jason rubs his hands together.

"What, so you think a girl like that is attractive?"

"Uh, you know you don't get a slave for their personality." Jason grins. "You get them to fuck." My friend makes an obscene hand gesture.

"So, my man, which one would you like?"

"How about none?"

"Bro, I'm not letting you leave until you pick one."

"Really?"

"Yes, really!"

I roll my eyes and groan. "Ugh, fine." I look over the options and point to Eleanor.

"How much for Eleanor?" I ask the slave market overseer.

"For her, she is four hundred dollars."

"What about Sydney?"

"Sydney is twenty thousand dollars." The overseer turns to the Asian girl. "Would you like to know more about this fine young lady here?"

"No thanks. I have already decided." I point at Eleanor. "I'll have her."

"Whoa, whoa..." Jason says, "Dexter, my man you don't have to go cheap for my sake."

"No really, Jason. I want her."

"Are you serious, dude? I have more than enough to spare on Sydney or the other chick."

"Jason, I'm going with Eleanor and that is final."

Jason rolls his eyes and pulls out his checkbook. He writes out the five-hundred-dollar check and gives it to the slave market overseer. She takes the check and removes Eleanor from the podium and takes her to a room in the back.

"Seriously, Dexter. I can't believe you would pick some old lady."

"Come on, Jason. She isn't that old."

"Not that old?! Dude, she is forty-five and you are twenty-five. If you do the math, she could be your mother." Jason stops and rubs his temple. "Do you have a thing for old ladies?"

"No." I shake my head.

"All right, man, your loss." Jason writes another check. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to purchase this hot babe, Sydney." He takes his check, finds and calls over another market overseer. A man comes over and takes Jason's check and brings Sydney back to be prepared for Jason.

"Well, more for me, my man." Jason wraps his arm around me. "Maybe I'll invite you over, and we can have some fun with her."

"How generous of you," I reply, sarcastically.

We go to the bar and have another round of drinks. I hang out with Jason for an hour before I decide to leave. As I'm leaving, I am stopped by the woman who sold me Eleanor.

"Excuse me, sir. You almost forgot." She presents Eleanor to me. Eleanor is no longer naked. She is wearing a black collar around her neck. She wears a simple, short white dress and a pair of sandals. Eleanor has an excited grin stretched across her face.

The overseer hands me a folder and a pen. She pulls out some forms and papers.

"Over here." She points to a section on one of the documents. "I'm going to need you to sign here."

I sign the spot.

She turns to another page. "And here."

I do what she says.

She takes one of the signed documents. "Excellent. The rest of the papers are for you. They are proof of purchase and important information about your slave. These include health, place of origin, age, etc."

I take the folder and Eleanor, my slave, follows me out of the secret club. I go to my car with Eleanor right behind me. She follows me into my car climbing into the back seat behind me. I drive us home.

On my way home, the drive is dead quiet. I focus on the road and occasionally catch a glimpse of Eleanor in the back seat. She is oddly cheerful, despite just being sold off to a complete stranger like me. Eleanor smiles without speaking. I am too embarrassed to say anything. Shit, I wish Jason never talked me into this.

The long ride home finally ends. I open the door and let Eleanor into my small home.

"Uh, welcome to my home, Eleanor." I turn on the lights and Eleanor enters the house. She briskly walks in and spins around looking at my tiny home. My house is a mess. Clothes on the floor, dust on the shelves and furniture and clutter all over my tables and shelves.

"Well, Master Dexter, I do have my work cut out for me," she says, still smiling.

"Don't worry about it." I rub my head and eyes. "I need to do it myself."

"Are you all right, young master?" Eleanor's look changes from cheerful to concerned.

"I'm fine." I groan. "I'm just tired and need to get some sleep." I enter my bedroom, where my bed is unkempt and I have laundry on the floor."

Just before I go to bed, I remember Eleanor. She is now living with me and I have nowhere to put her. "Oh crap." I run over to my linen closet and throw open the doors. I pull out some blankets, take one of the pillows from my bed, and put them on the couch.

"I'm sorry about the accommodations," I say to Eleanor. "I didn't expect you to come home with me tonight." Using the blankets and pillow, I make a bed out of my living room couch.

"Here we go." I point to the couch. "This is only temporary; tomorrow, I'll look into getting you a proper bed."

Eleanor blushes. "Thank you, young master. You are so kind."

"You're welcome." I walk over to my room and close the door. I don't even bother changing into my pajamas, I just fall into bed.

RING RING RING

The next morning, I awaken. My eyes are droopy and my heart is fluttery. I hit snooze on my phone and sleep for another fifteen minutes.

RING RING RING

I hit snooze again, and sleep for another fifteen minutes. It's Saturday morning, I can sleep as long as I like.

RING RING RING

I grab my phone and shut off the alarm. Just before I can fall asleep...

KNOCK KNOCK

I jolt out of bed. "Who's there?" My heart thumps and races.

"It's me, young master."

I get up and go to my bedroom door. "Who?" I open the door.

"Good morning, young master."

It is Eleanor, the slave Jason purchased for me yesterday. I had completely forgotten last night. It had felt like a bizarre dream. Something that could never actually happen. Yet, here she is standing before me. Eleanor gives me a warm and eager smile. She is wearing her collar, simple slave gown and sandals. Her golden blonde hair shines with a few streaks of gray.

"Oh, uh, hello Eleanor." I shake my head. I feel dazed from the morning brain fog.

"Young master, Dexter." Eleanor takes my hand and guides me to the kitchen table. I take a seat and Eleanor goes to the stove to prepare tea. I sit at the table, staring down at the wood of the table. It looks different. I'm having trouble seeing it, however, as something has changed.

Eleanor finishes the tea and serves it to me along with a cup of water.

"Drink up, my young master." She stands beside me, as I drink the tea. As soon as the liquid passes my lips, my eyes spring open. I feel warmth and energy. This tea is perfect. With the right amount of sugar and cream to take the edge off the bitterness. I sip the water next to me.

"How was it, young master Dexter?" Eleanor asks.

"It is good, Eleanor." I nod my head and smile. "Very good!"

"Oh, thank you, master Dexter." She bows and returns to the stove. "I will make you breakfast, master."

"Thank you, Eleanor." I sip the water as Eleanor begins to cook.

I look around my home with awake and open eyes. I am shocked by what I see. My trashed home is now clean. The letters that were piled up are now organized in a folder on the coffee table. The piles of clothes are off the floor. Everything appears shiny, slick and bright. Eleanor must have wiped and dusted everything down. I leave the table and look around. The bathroom floor has been mopped and the tub and toilets scrubbed clean of all the grime and soap scum. My toiletries are also organized neatly by the sink.

I go downstairs into the basement. As I descend the stairs, I hear the washing machine churning away. Besides the washing machine, I see the ironing board out and ready. She has already ironed my work clothes so they will be ready by Sunday.

She also took time to organize the clutter down here, too.

I return upstairs and see Eleanor working away in the kitchen. The smell of eggs, sausage, and bacon fill the air. I return to my seat and watch her work. She is like a machine, how quickly and effectively she works. After a few minutes, she brings me my breakfast along with a second serving of tea.

I gaze at the steaming and beautiful meal before me. Eggs sunny-side up, bacon, sausage and toast. I taste the eggs. They are spiced with salt and pepper, and not runny like shitty diner eggs. The bacon and sausage are crisp, salty and meaty. The toast is warm and buttery.

"Thank you, Eleanor," I say, after finishing. "This was delicious."

She smiles and bows. "Oh, you're welcome, young master. Thank you for your kind words."

"Thank you again, Eleanor for cleaning my home."

"My pleasure, master. This place really needed a lady's touch." She giggles.

My face goes long and Eleanor notices my misery.

"Master Dexter, what is the matter?" Her face goes from cheerful to concerned.

"Oh... nothing," I lie.

"Young master." She sits down beside me and holds me gently, caressing my back and arms. "You can tell me anything if you need to." Eleanor's touch and words are warm and gentle. We just sit for a moment.

I turn to Eleanor. "Do you mind we move over the couch?" I ask.

"Not at all, young master." She stands up. "Whatever you please, master."

We take a seat on the soft and recently cleaned couch. Eleanor holds me warmly and we sit there quietly for a time. After more than fifteen minutes of sitting quietly, I decide to speak up.

"Eleanor it's..."

"What is it, young master?"

"... weeks ago, I was living here with someone." I stop and take a deep breath.

"Who was this person?" Eleanor asks.

"Sara... Her name was Sara." My eyes feel heavy and my heart sinks. "We... together for three months before..."

Eleanor says nothing. She just holds me gently and gives me time.

"... she..." Tears begin to form behind my eyes. "... Left..." My voice creaks from the pressure. "SHE JUST LEFT!" I bolt up.

Eleanor lets go and moves over onto the far side of the couch.

"No warning and no reason!" I yell angrily. "She just left me one day!" My face and ears boil and the tears well up. "No warning! She just up and leaves, and when I try to ask her why, she just ignores me!" I fall back down on the couch. "She treated me like I was not even there."

My shouting turns to a whimper. "I felt so betrayed and alone." I plant my face into my hands and cry. "I tried talking to mutual friends about why she would leave. They asked her and she would just never answer the question."

"I just gave up." Tears keep running down my face. "I didn't want to just sit there begging for her to explain herself I just want some closure. I wish she would have talked to me and told me why. I just feel so confused. Was it my fault or her fault?"

"It is so hard letting go when you don't know what went wrong." I look over to Eleanor.

She sits there patiently, listening and waiting.

"The worst part..." I choke up. "It was that when I told others. They... they..." I grit my teeth. "They suggested I must have done something to deserve it."

Eleanor cups her hands over her month. "That is terrible!" she gasps.

I start bawling. My eyes spray water and I curl up into a ball on the couch. Eleanor gently rolls me over and holds me close, as I cry. Her chest is warm and I can hear her steady heartbeat. Listening to the steady beat and feeling Eleanor's warm embrace helps calm me. I loosen up and lay my head upon her warm and gentle lap. Eleanor's hands caress my face and comb through my hair.

After minutes of sobbing, I finally stop. My chest feels winded and wet.

"Young master."

I look at Eleanor, with tears clouding my vision.