Accidental Enslavement

[Fixitman8267]

[Author's Note: While looking for something to read, I decided to look at gary's thread "Looking for ideas" in Established authors. I saw a post by sissy mentioning a woman who was into slave yoga and chose to purchase a 'starter kit' containing a yoga mat, a fake slave collar, and a video of a real slave yoga class. I told chatGPT what I wanted and to make it lighthearted. This is what chatGPT gave me. It is nothing like what I wanted. But I thought it was funny and thought you might enjoy it as well.

I don't use chatGPT to write my stories. I use it to help create outlines and brainstorm scenes and other ideas when I get stuck. ChatGPT is great for breaking writer's block.]


Title: A Deal to Forget
by
chatGPT

Julia never considered herself impulsive—okay, maybe occasionally—but usually, her rash decisions didn’t lead to anything worse than mismatched shoes or the odd misdelivered text. Today, however, was shaping up to be a whole new level of “oops.”

It all started at the flea market. She’d gone looking for an antique lamp for her new apartment. Instead, she found a stall overflowing with peculiar trinkets: clocks that ticked backward, candlesticks shaped like snakes, and a small, unassuming amulet labeled “DO NOT TOUCH.”

Naturally, Julia touched it.

“Can I help you?” A voice came from behind her. She spun around to find the stallkeeper—a wiry man with one eyebrow significantly higher than the other—grinning like a jack-o’-lantern. “It’s on sale, you know. Bargain price.”

“I was just looking,” she lied, holding the amulet like a guilty child clutching stolen candy.

“Sure, sure,” the man said, leaning closer. “That amulet’s special. Grants wishes.”

“Wishes?” Julia snorted. “Like a genie?”

“Exactly like a genie, but no bottle involved. Just rub it and say the magic words.”

She rolled her eyes. Clearly, this was some cheap gimmick, but the price tag was tempting. Ten bucks? Even if it didn’t work, it would make a great conversation starter. “Fine, I’ll take it.”

The man’s grin widened unnervingly as he handed her the amulet. “Enjoy your wishes.”

Back at home, Julia couldn’t resist testing it out. She rubbed the amulet and cleared her throat. “Uh, I wish for… a sandwich!”

There was a pop and a flash of light. Before her eyes, a perfect turkey club materialized on her kitchen counter.

Julia gasped. “It works!” She scarfed down the sandwich while mentally preparing a list of better wishes. Money? Fame? The ability to win every argument?

She picked up the amulet again. “I wish for…” She paused, thinking deeply. “I wish for someone to clean my apartment for me. Like, forever.”

Another pop. This time, a figure appeared in her living room—a tall, broad-shouldered man in a well-tailored suit. He was carrying a clipboard and had the air of someone who took himself very seriously.

“Julia Morgan?” he asked briskly.

“Yes?” Julia replied, a little intimidated. “Who are you?”

“I am your new master,” the man said, flipping through papers on his clipboard.

“Wait, what?”

“You wished for someone to clean your apartment forever. The amulet interpreted that as a request for eternal servitude. Congratulations, you’re now officially bound by a magical contract. You’ll be cleaning for me.”

Julia blinked. “But—wait! I wanted you to clean my apartment!”

The man frowned and tapped his clipboard. “That’s not how it was phrased. Magic contracts are very literal.”

“This is ridiculous!” Julia protested. “I didn’t mean to enslave myself!”

The man shrugged. “Intent doesn’t matter, I’m afraid. You should really read the fine print on enchanted objects.” He handed her a pair of rubber gloves and a mop. “Your first task is the bathroom. I like my grout spotless.”

Julia stared at him, horrified. “You can’t seriously expect me to just go along with this!”

“You’d be surprised what people go along with,” he said, snapping his fingers. A mop bucket appeared at her feet. “Chop chop.”

And so began Julia’s career as an unwilling magical maid. The work was humiliating, but the man was true to his word: the contract was ironclad. Every attempt to wriggle out of it backfired. When she tried to trick him into wishing her free, he simply wished for a second, equally binding contract. When she tried to run away, she found herself magically teleported back to his living room, mop in hand.

Still, Julia wasn’t one to give up easily. She spent her nights plotting, determined to find a loophole. It took months of scrubbing floors and washing windows, but eventually, she struck gold.

One evening, as her master lounged on the couch, Julia approached him with a casual smile. “You know, this place would look so much better with a second maid. You should really wish for one.”

He snorted. “Nice try. I’m not falling for that.”

“Suit yourself,” Julia said, shrugging. “But a second maid would probably be way better at cleaning than I am. You could just sit back and relax while they handled everything.”

The man hesitated, clearly tempted. After a long pause, he finally sighed. “Fine. I wish for a second maid.”

There was a pop and a flash of light. When the smoke cleared, a mirror image of the man was standing beside him, holding a broom.

“Wait,” the original master stammered. “What’s going on?”

The new figure smirked. “Congratulations. I’m your master now.”

Julia watched with barely concealed glee as her former boss sputtered in disbelief. She grabbed the amulet from his coffee table and tossed it out the window for good measure.

Freedom never felt so sweet.