Yourseniorslave
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The big change in my life happened at once, on a sunday evening. Nothing had prepared me to this, but I immediately felt very comfortable with the idea. With the idea to be sold as a slave...
Did you ever think to be sold once in your life, just like an African slave in the 18th century, after having been captured by Arabic warriors and knowing nothing about his future? Being exported on some slavery boat... Well I had the chance not to be exported by boat with hundreds of other people.
I was sold by my African mistress to another African mistress. This is correcting the old story of White men owing Black slaves. I became a white slave in the haves of a Black Mistress.
After a few weeks of online slavery, my Mistress ordered me to take the first plane to her place, somewhere in Africa. She told me not to take any suitcase with me. Only the clothes I wear will do it. Why would I need anything else, as she would care for me there.
So I abandoned my comfortable European life and the great adventure began.
Here is the story of that adventure....
I obeyed exactly on each word of my Mistress. Travelling without any baggage. My clothes must be reduced to the minimum. This means not underwear. Just enough clothes to look like a normal traveller.
So for the flight to this fantastic place in Africa, I just wearied a pant, a shirt and some summer shoes. Just enough to carry my passport and my ticket.
What a strange feeling, checking in for this distant place, near other people with a lot of cases. Some of them had to pay a supplement to the company, as they were carrying too much with them.
I was very light. I thought I never could be lighter...
I was imagining that my mistress would collect me at the airport... Why should she?. Another of my European illusions. no, instead I got a SMS from her telling me the address I had to go to. Ie was in city, far away form the airport. A small city, far from the civilisation and from police.... Slavery is not really legal stuff. So being far from the capital was a good idea.
Just before going to find a taxi, another SMS from my mistress... "The best cab in the country is that red car, you will find in the second street on the right, with some publicity for a hotel called "Cape Coast Castle". Ok I thought, my Mistress is thinking at me.
I will try to find this cab.
As I had no luggage at all, it was quite easy for me to walk through the streets of this African city. And indeed, I found the cab.
I asked him if he could drive me to the city of my Mistress. He kindly told me to take place on the back seat. He was really jovial. What a nice man...
The car started, and I was quite surprised to see all doors locked immediately. After a few seconds, I realised that all modern cars behave like this.
When we left the airport city, the driver gave me a paper. It was signed by my Mistress. The paper said: "This driver is a friend of mine. Please give him 300 euro for the ride. And by the way, give him all your clothes. Signed...My mistress name" 300 euro is a lot of money, but as my Mistress asked me to give it to the drive I did it. In fact I gave him much more, as I also gave him my pants and my shirt with my wallet. I had about 1500 euro in the wallet.
But this was anyway for my Mistress.
So I stripped naked in the cab, gave all my clothes to the driver. He was laughing. I am not shire if this was his nature or if he just was laughing at this strange white man, naked in he cab... I guess both.
The trip was about 100 km, on bad roads. It was very warm. The driver opened all windows of the car, and was driving quite slow. I first though it was for my comfort, but in fact it was an order of my mistress. All the village people must have the occasion to see this white man naked in a cab... This was quite embarrassing. Especially when kids were running near the car, laughing and shouting: "There is an old naked man in the car". And all other people came an looked at me. I tried to shut the windows, but it was all commanded from the dashboard. I could not close them and had to accept what was happening. In fact I though my Mistress would be happy to show me. So I remained sitting, not trying to hide anything of my body. Just the same position as if I was wearing my clothes.
This journey promised to be very exciting.
After about 2 hours driving, we arrived in the smaller town where my Mistress was living. The cab stopped on a square. There were some people sitting there, other were walking. The driver told me: "You are arrived, hahaha" You can step out of the car. Your mistress is living at about 200 meters from here. You go first on the left, take the second strew ton the right and follow the street called "Salaga market street". Go now, I have another client waiting for me.
"But.. My clothes" I shouted. Too late, he was away with my clothes, my wallet and my passport. I was alone, naked, walking in the centre of a rather crowded city somewhere in Africa. Again children following me. Old people looking at me. Mann laughing at me. Women were hilarious. And I just was walking, to find the house of My Mistress.
After half an hour, I found the house. Of course the indications of the taxi driver were not right... I had go walk naked as long as possible... this was another order of my Mistress.
When I knocked on the door, a beautiful young woman came open the door. You must be Jacqou, the new acquisition of my Mistress. Waouh! My mistress had a girl slave and she even did not open the door herselve... She must be be very powerful. A taxi driver and a slave to open the door....
The female slave began to laugh at me. Did you also leave all your clothes to this taxi driver? He is the brother of your Mistress.Your Mistress will get all your things and keep your money and passport. You are here to work for her and to do anything she expects.
This was quite a good news, as I came to my Mistress to please her.
The slave girl introduced me in another room. A naked room, just like me. Nothing. No chair, nothing except a great window with dark windows. In fact, the window was dark from inside the room, but anybody could clearly see inside from the street. Later I realised that the following words were written above the window, from the street: "Look all, this is my new slave. It is free now, but just for a few hours. Keep looking at him".
And I stayed in this room for about 3 ro 4 hours, naked and alone....
(to be continued)
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