THE INTERVIEW
I completed the three weeks of punishment finding that after several days even
the restriction on smoking wasn't all that bad, I should give it up anyway. The
toilet part was BAD, no other way to describe that but even that became routine
after several days.
Master Carl returned from vacation, the punishment term finally expired, work
seemed to slow down a bit and I was looking forward to a weekend off that I
could enjoy with no restrictions. I returned home looking forward to sleeping
in my own bed and using my bathroom when the doorman at my building handed me a
Federal Express package.
I wasn't expecting anything but reading the return address indicated a law firm
in downtown Los Angeles. Opening it up I found a large sealed envelope and a
single page letter:
Dear Miss Schaffier:
Dear Miss Schaffier:
Enclosed is a sealed envelope delivered to our Firm by a client that has retained
us to contact you. They believe the contents of this envelope will be of interest to
you.
If after reading the enclosed information you wish to pursue the matter then
contact Ms. Benson at our office by Monday 5 P.M. If you have not contacted
our office by then the client has specified that the matter be closed and no further
correspondence or contact will be made by our office or them to you.
The Firm is not aware of the nature of the information contained herein. As you
may well know information between attorney and client is confidential. No
information regarding this matter other then what has been stated above will be
provided to you.
I couldn't understand who would send me something like this. My own attorney
did not work for this Firm and I was going to call him to find out if this was
regarding some matters related to either my father's or Miss Bess's estate but
it was to late to call them.
I opened the sealed envelope and received the shock of my life.
Dear Patricia:
I am sure my slave is surprised to receive this letter from me. Do not be alarmed
Patricia. I have known who you are and where you live and work for quite some
time. How I came to know this information is irrelevant at the moment. I assure
you that everything we have done and written to each other is confidential. We
have been together long enough that what I tell you is true and you have no fear
as to the fact I know your true identity.
That put's you at a disadvantage at the moment little one but trust your Master, if
you decide to make the appointment then we will meet face to face. At that time
you will know my true identity also. You may feel anger or resentment at the
revelation that I know where you live, please do not judge until you have read
what I have to say.
After having consulted the appropriate persons it has been decided that you will
given an opportunity to join a select group of individuals. If you decide to call, an
appointment has been set aside for you at the law firm indicated on the enclosed
letter. This is an informational meeting only, it will be held in a conference room
at the law firm with myself and three other individuals.
It will allow certain information to be discussed between us with you free to leave
at any time during the meeting. If after the discussion you do not wish to pursue
the matter then that is your choice. No pressure or any other methods of
persuasion will be used to influence you.
You will find the e-mail account, the web site we have been using and the cell
phone number have been disconnected so you need not bother to try to reach me.
If you do not make the appointment then this relationship will be at an end.
This is in no way a reflection on your actions but the time has come to either go
forward with our journey or end it. Our time together has been of great pleasure
to me Patricia as I hope it has been to you.
It was unsigned but of course who it was from was apparent. I was mad, he knew
my full name, address and probably where I worked. I tried the cell phone
number which was of course disconnected. I re-read the letter's several times
but there wasn't much I could do but think about it for the weekend.
By Monday morning I had calmed down but knew I had a decision to make before 5
that night. I called to checked with the bar association and my own attorney
and the Firm was indeed a large one with a good reputation. My attorney said he
knew several of the partner's there but I assured him I didn't want him to call
them since this was a work related matter not personal.
I thought about it then finally called at 10 to talk to Ms. Benson. She indeed
informed me that an appointment had been scheduled at 1 P.M. that Friday for me.
Of course Master Carl knew my schedule which meant he knew I'd be free. I
verified the appointment, the only thing now was to wait till Friday.
The week went slowly with no communication from Master Carl but I still kept to
my slave requirements. Every morning I'd practice several positions, mark his
property and upon returning home place my collar around my neck and dress in the
white shirt. By Friday I realized just how dependant I'd become on his
presence. It wasn't the same without the contact we'd had over the past six
months, I had lost interest in masturbating no matter how much I fantasized.
Friday morning I looked over my wardrobe trying to decide what to wear to the
meeting. I realized I could've really used Master Carl to help me pick out the
appropriate cloths for the meeting. I finally decided to wear a knit sleeveless
dark brown mock turtle neck top which always made my breasts to appear larger
then they were, a matching brown hounds tooth skirt that came just above my
knees, light tan cashmere coat, alligator pumps with 3" heels with matching bag,
very sheer tan hose, with matching coco demi bra and garters. My hair was
styled loosely around my shoulders with particular attention paid to my makeup.
As I looked myself over in the mirror my attire screamed money. Normally I
wouldn't wear this to work, it was something I'd wear to a charity board or
committee meeting. The shoes and bag alone cost over a $1,000. I smiled at my
appearance wondering what he'd think seeing me in person for the first time.
Putting on my gold ladies Rolex that I seldom wore to the office I was ready to
go to work .
I busied myself at work until it was time to leave for the appointment.
Arriving at the law Firm's building early I parked and stood out front smoking,
trying to get the butterfly's to settle down in my stomach. I wondered if I'd
see him come in then hoped I wouldn't. Watching the people enter the high raise
office building I wondered which, if any, would be at the meeting.
I couldn't put it off any longer so I went to see what this was all about. The
offices were on the 35th floor with a large well appointed waiting area that
provided a magnificent view of downtown.
I approached the receptionist "Hello I'm Miss Patricia Shaffier with an
appointment with Ms. Benson"
"Yes I'll call her please have a seat" the attractive receptionist responded.
My wait was short, a blonde young women was motioned in my direction and I rose
as she greeted me.
"Good afternoon Miss Schaffier I'm Sandra Benson, please follow me".
Sandra Benson was no more then 5-2 but was wearing 4" heels, attired in a gray
suit, matching hose, hair swept up on the back of her head with a disarming
smile. She appeared to have small breasts with a full figure but what caught my
attention was the 1/4" black band encircling her neck with a gold clasp on the
right side. Under normal circumstances I wouldn't have taken notice of this
piece of jewelry but given what the meeting must be about my curiosity was
aroused. I followed her down the hall to a conference room door. Looking
around the office it was decorated as you'd expect for a large successful law
firm and I couldn't imagine just what was to be discussed in such surroundings.
We entered the conference room with it's large fine conference table and leather
chairs. I of course recognized Master Carl sitting there wearing a dark
expensive business suit, crisp white shirt and dark red tie. Along with him
were seated three other person's, two men one also dressed in a dark suit and
white shirt and the other in a sports coat and tie. The one in the suit
appeared to be in his late 40's, the other in his mid 50's. The women with them
appeared to be in her late 40's and was wearing an expensive blue pant suit with
black 4" pumps.
The two men could only be described as "normal" looking, though I don't know
exactly what I expected to find. The women on the other hand was slender with
well manicured finger nails and hair. She had dark shoulder length brown hair
styled loosely about her head with a fair complexion. She was a small women not
more the 5' tall with a trim well proportioned figure and nicely shaped breasts.
"Mr. Vincent" Sandra said pointing in the direction of Master Carl, "Miss
Schaffier is here".
They all rose from behind the table with Master Carl moving toward's me with an
outstretched hand and a broad grin, "Miss Schaffier how nice to meet you after
all this time".
As we shook hands I looked into his dark eyes and tried to picture him naked.
"Good afternoon....Sir" not sure of just how he was to be addressed with people
present.
"Mr. Vincent will do fine Miss Schaffier, let me introduce you. Mrs. O'Neil,
Mr. Dean and Mr. Allen, this is Miss Schaffier". Each of us shook hands, Mr.
Dean being the one in the sports coat, with the appropriate greetings.
"Miss Benson that will be all, we'll call you when needed" Mr. Vincent said and
she quickly left the room softly shutting the door behind her.
"Have a seat Miss Schaffier" Mrs. O'Neil commented gesturing to one on the
opposite side of the table from them. I noticed that there were only the five
chairs at the table.
"Coffee or a soda Miss Schaffier" Mr. Allen offered pouring himself some coffee.
"Thank you Sir yes I'd like some".
Drinks now having been served I sat in silence looking at the four of them as I
sipped my coffee not knowing what they expected of me now. Each of them had a
folder in front of them that contained papers that they seemed to be looking
through as they sipped their drinks. I decide that I really needed to know how
Mr. Vincent had come to know my name.
"Sir.......ummmm...Mr. Vincent........how did you find out my name and address".
Looking up at me with a sly smile "Well Miss Schaffier you told me" he replied
chuckling.
"I didn't " but was cut off by a wave of his hand.
"You did, if you remember our first meetings on the net you told me your first
name, profession, age, that you lived in Southern Ca. You also told me you
lived in an ocean front condo that was walking distance from your office and
that you worked for a large accounting firm. Given your obvious pride I assumed
it was on of the international ones. It was quite simple for me to contact the
state board that licenses your profession, then with a bit of analysis and guess
work narrow down just who you were. I warned you that you were to free with
personal information over the net".
"Let me assure you that this was not done to harm you in any way Miss Schaffier.
I simply wanted to make sure that you were what you said, not someone else, for
instances a man pretending to be a women or a young girl".
"Or underage one" chimed in Mrs. O'Neil.
"Yes but how did you find out exactly" I asked.
"Well knowing your age it was easy to determine approximately when you'd
received your license. The list was short as to Patricia's that had received
one in the correct time period. From there it was easy to determine which firm
you worked for since I live quite close to you, not more then 30 miles I'd
guess, and not to many firms have offices that are located along the ocean.
Personal contacts then made it easy to determine your address. You see I knew a
great deal about you before I ever received your picture".
"Of course if it hadn't been that way there are other ways to track someone down
using their e- mail address or IP address but it wasn't needed for you. Again
Miss Schaffier none of this was done to put you in any danger, as a matter of
fact it was done for just the opposite reason".
"What do you mean, opposite reason".
"Some assignments were outside of your home Miss Schaffier" Mr. Dean replied,
"of course we would not want any harm to come to you so someone was sent to make
sure you didn't have any difficulty. Also to ensure you were in fact doing the
assignment and not simply faking it".
"Like your first shopping trip, the two "dykes" you saw actually are members as
were one of the couples inside the store. The two women made sure no one
bothered you in your car and the couple made sure no one tried to enter the
bathroom " Mrs. O'Neil informed me straight faced, then went back to looking at
her papers.
"Now Miss Schaffier", I was wishing he would stop calling me that, "let's get
down to the business of our meeting, we will be happy to answer any more
questions before we leave" Mr. Vincent declared.
"Let me explain the basic issues Miss Schaffier" Mr. Dean announced. "The basis
of our association is one of master slave relationships for internal purposes
it's called the Society of Rome. It is in fact a legal entity under another
name which owns several exclusive retreats that are fully equipped for our use.
It also runs several web sites and manufactures and distributes products related
to the lifestyle".
"The society itself is based on two distinct levels of participation, one level
is the members, that is the masters, mistress's, top's, what ever description
you wish to use. For our purposes the term member encompasses all these titles.
The second level is of property as we usually refer to them or slave's would be
another term. It's obvious of course that you fall into the latter category".
"How people become members or property is actually fairly similar. Through
mutual friends their interest in the life style becomes known, their background
is investigated, an interview is done and if all is satisfactory then they
become members. Of course members pay dues along with other financial
contributions for use of association property". Mr. Dean looked up smiling at
me before he continued.
"As for property there are three types, private property, society or public
property and a third limited type that are generally older slave's that are used
to train and oversee events. Private property is owned by one individual
member, perhaps their husband, but not always. The use of private property is
reserved for their owner to decide except they are still required to under go
standard training that is required of all property. In addition they are
required to have their property attend and participate in a set number of
society functions every year".
"Society property as the name indicates is owned by the society which decides on
who and where they will participate in various society and private events, or
gatherings as we call society parties. In addition the property is responsible
for attending the various training sessions at one of our facilities and in
attending a one week stay per year at such facility as the governing board of
the society decides. In addition, property is selected by members to attend to
them in what ever manner they decide, be it a small private party or just as
personal service. The society has four large gatherings per year and property
is required to attend one of them, but can participate in more if they have
time. Any questions so far Miss Schaffier".
I was looking around the table at these four normal looking people and trying to
picture them at some orgy with me in the middle of it.
"Miss Schaffier you were asked a question" Mrs. O'Neil sharp voice brought me
back to reality very quickly.
"Well.........I'm...".
"Don't sit there stammering like a child answer the question" Mrs. O'Neil voice
had a hard edge to it that made me realize she might be small in stature but was
someone that I wouldn't want angry at me.
"Well Mrs. O'Neil how long is training and how often does property have to serve
in any given week" feeling better that at least I'd asked a decent question.
Mrs. O'Neil's smile didn't generate a warm feeling in the pit of my stomach as
she answered me. "Training sessions for new slave's are seven days in length, a
gathering is usually 2 or three days depending on what is planned. As for being
available for service to individual members it's usually one or two days per
week. Of course each slave is assured one weekend off per month and rest time
is allowed. Of course new property is requested more often for obvious reasons
but the society see's to it that they are not overused".
I could feel her eyes looking right inside me as she spoke and wondered just how
hard an owner she could be. "How is that done" I asked.
Mr. Dean now took up the explanation. "We use a secure Internet site and cell
phone just as you have been doing. Actually you've been living under society
rules in one shape or another for the past six months. Each slave is listed on
our web site with her particulars, no address just the general area that they
live in. Their experience is listed along with training they have received with
pictures of past activities along with their schedule. Just as you've been
providing Mr. Vincent with your schedule you'd provide one via Internet to us".
"Society members log on and select one or more slave's then they're notified via
e-mail. If for some reason there is a problem the slave is required to notify
the appropriate person via e-mail or telephone. The society owns the property
Miss Schaffier but realizes that work, family matters or other things occur that
could not be anticipated. Of course a slave is required to update her schedule
on a daily basis but sometimes things do happen beyond their control". Mr. Dean
continued.
"So you understand the general workings let me give you some further
explanation" Mrs. O'Neil commented. "A slave simply does not update her
schedule and is now unavailable for her duties, this of course is a violation of
their ownership certificate so it is referred to an assigned judicial member of
the society, of which I'm one. The slave is notified of her punishment and the
sentence is provided her via e-mail and cell phone. You have been punished
already by loss of privileges and other means so you should understand what can
and will be done. If the property has committed a serious matter it may require
a hearing before the judicial council or a slave can request one if it feels the
sentence is not justified. All sentence's are actually reviewed by at least one
other member of the society. The society requires absolute obedience from it's
slave's but does want to treat them fairly".
It felt like the temperature in the room was 100 degree's as I felt hot in my
jacket and could feel my underarms becoming wet and beads of sweat forming on my
face. Part of me wanted to grab my purse and run like hell but something else
inside of me wanted me to find out more. "How does a slave leave if they don't
wish to stay" I asked.
"Good question" Mr. Vincent said smiling at me, his deep reassuring voice I was
so used to hearing seemed to cut the tension in the air. "The fact is property
can quit anytime they like with one condition" leaving the room silent with that
statement.
I couldn't meet his stare so I simply looked down at my coffee and asked softly,
"what is that condition Sir".
"Property cannot quit during any session, no matter what the reason. That is
once the slave has been assigned a task, or punishment, leaves for training,
gatherings or so fourth they must complete it. That is a hard and fast rule
that cannot be changed do you understand the meaning of it Miss".
His voice carried a steel edge to it that made my stomach knot up. "Yes Sir I
think so" again answering softly without looking directly into his face. The
other's in the room were forgotten as my mind tried to rationalize what I was
even doing there.
"That includes the signing ceremony Miss Schaffier" Mrs. O'Neil's answer sounded
like a warning more then a statement.
"Signing ceremony".
"That's correct Miss", Mr. Vincent answered. "If you agree to give up all that
you are to become property of the Society of Rome there is a signing ceremony
where the contract is signed and witnessed. After that Patricia Schaffier no
longer exists, that young women is now just property to be used for the
satisfaction of society members and those they wish to share it with. What will
be done after that I leave to YOUR imagination Miss but I think your intelligent
enough to understand, aren't you" his tone left no room for doubts in my mind.
"Yes Sir this slave understands", uttering the word slave for the first time in
front of them made my stomach knot and pussy tingle.
The four of them continued to give me details of life as property of the
Society. They were right that I had been living under there general rules for
some time now. The difference was that it would be with real people not just
over the Internet. In general property had no rights, just as Master Carl had
told me when I first met him. The Society granted rights and took them away
depending on circumstances and the slave's behavior. They even had the right to
enter your home for inspections to make sure you complied with your
requirements. One rule was that no slave could be permanently marked or pierced
without her approval and a vote by the Society Board of Director's. Of course
it was explained a slave could be pierced so long as the object was removed and
would leave no scar or physical disability. Their reassuring example to this
was clit piercing, but of course nipple and lip piercing could be done as long
as they were removed. All this didn't leave me with much reassurance.
They didn't hide anything as far as I could see nor did they particulary try to
make it sound as if it was anything but what it was. Society members had enough
money to indulge themselves in what ever sexual quirks they wanted and I was
being asked to become one of their sex toys. It was made quite clear that I
would be subject to corporal punishment for their pleasure or for breaking
Society rules. That I would, or rather this slave, would provide access to any
part of "their" property for whatever sexual pleasure they decided.
It was made clear that ALL property was to be fully trained in providing
pleasure, no matter what it was, to a member or whom they designated. Property
was not allowed to have sex outside Society functions or orders from them. I
could date if permission was requested but sex without permission was considered
the most serious offense to be committed by property. For occasions that
warranted a date to non Society functions a suitable one would be assigned so
questions regarding my private life would not be aroused by outside persons.
I was allowed to talk with Sandra Benson, who had been a slave for almost two
year's, away from the office. During our dinner she provided me with examples
of training and punishments which I found to be fairly close to how I'd been
living for the past six months. Another benefit for property was that money
raised at gatherings and earning from the various other activities was
distributed to the slaves based on their participation over the preceding year.
Of course she didn't realize that I didn't need money but it was just another
example of how the organization ran.
She did say that they wouldn't interfere with work or family and that as a slave
she found she had time for non Society activities which included going out with
friends and even with other slave's she had met. Job and educational
opportunities were another benefit of being owned by the Society. They had
provided her with money for college along with the job she now held at the law
firm. Of course since some partner's of the Firm were Society members getting
time off was not a problem but she said they never did anything at work to make
other people aware of her unique situation.
She did provide me with one thing I had been wondering about all these months.
Master Carl of course did provide me with GREAT orgasm's but I'd often wondered
what he did for satisfaction. It turned out that on several occasions Sandra
had provided him with oral, anal and vaginal satisfaction during or after a
session with me.
I was given a week to decide, if I wished to become a slave then I was to call
Miss Benson for another appointment. If I didn't call within a week then the
offer would be rescinded. Any further questions could be asked via e-mail but
the deadline was one week. I had a lot of thinking to do before I decided.
