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Anna’s Story - A Slave’s Journal Entry 10

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Slavery topics...darkness..you know the drill
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When we arrived at Miss O’Connor’s home it was impressive, and kinda looked like a smaller version of the house from Home Alone. It’s red brick exterior was surrounded by a beautiful garden, despite the fall slowly killing off the flowers, and one of those Victorian iron fences. All in all, this place was the size of the entire apartment house I used to live in.

Miss O’Connor saw how amazed I was with the place and proudly said, “Four bedrooms, 2 and a half bathrooms, oak flooring, and a kitchen that would make Gordon Ramsey Jealous. Oh, and a fully finished basement with finished slave quarters. This place was in my husband’s family for a century before I got it and it’s my baby. Now come on and get your stuff, I’m tired and you have work to do”.

The inside of this house was even nicer than the outside. Compared to my old apartment, this place looked like a palace. Antique crown moulding, beautiful hardwood floors that seemed like they hadn’t had a scuff on them in a decade, and beautifully colored walls covered in pictures of Miss O’Connor’s family. This place was literally one of those houses in a crappy Hallmark movie and I couldn’t believe that she lived here.

As I was gawking at her foyer like a caveman who just discovered fire, I saw two slaves in their 50’s approach. Miss O’Connor greeted them and said cheerfully, “Edna, Earl, This is Jessica’s graduation present. Her name is just Slave for now, so just roll with it and please escort her to the slave quarters to drop off her stuff. After that Edna, please start training her. I’ll let you figure out how you want to do it, but please don’t be too old school about it”. I had no idea what “old school” meant in this context, but I hoped it wasn’t bad.

After that introduction, Miss O’Connor went off to her bedroom to get ready for work and I was led down the carpeted basement stairs and through a hardwood door into the slave quarters. Earl followed along behind us carrying my box and my bag, as he insisted that it was the “gentlemanly” thing to do. I would’ve preferred to carry my own things, but I wasn’t gonna make a bad first impression by arguing with him.

Miss O’Connor wasn’t kidding either when she said the slave quarters were nice earlier. It was laid out like a small studio apartment minus the kitchen, with a set of beds along the wall, a small TV area for when we were “off duty”, and even a full bathroom with a good sized shower stall. Even better, Hot water! Not lukewarm, no, I was getting hot showers again that didn’t have a timer. The twin bed I assumed was mine was nice too, with soft sheets and pillows, and a comforter to keep me warm. The mattress could’ve been softer, but compared to sleeping on prison mattresses and the floor it felt like heaven.

Earl put my things on the bed and for some reason Edna immediately began going through them. She then took one look at the clothes Miss O’Connor told me to grab and the hoodie I was given and laughingly said, “Miss O’Connor was naive thinking I would let you have these while I trained you up. Don’t worry slave, you’ll get your stuff back when I think you’ve earned it”. I tried protesting but Edna stopped me and sternly said, “girl, I grew up with nothing and I’ll be damned if I let some new slave come in here with shit that took me decades to build up on her first day. A little bit of what I had to deal with back in the day is good for you. Now stand up so I can fix your dress”.

I had no idea what she meant by fixing my dress, but I found out a minute later as she cut my dress just above the belt loops and made me pull the top part of it off. Then she cut the bottom so it barely made it halfway down to my knees. She was nice enough to give me my belt out of the box so what was left of my dress didn’t fall down, but for all intents and purposes I looked and felt like something out of an episode of Spartacus once she took away my underwear too. I don’t know why she thought she owned me, or that she could take away my clothes, but this woman expected me to work nearly naked for no better reason than “it builds character”.

I wanted to cry and Edna could see this too so she bluntly said, “You can cry all you want and I’m not going to care one bit. I don’t even care about whatever sob story you told Miss O’Connor to make her feel bad for you. My job is to turn you into a hard working and obedient slave for Miss Jessica, and my job is to make sure this house is perfect every day. I will work you every day until you’re too exhausted to function if that’s what it takes to get the job done, and only when I can consistently see how hard you work will you earn my respect or any of this shit in your box back”.

I had no idea how a slave could be so callous to another slave, but I didn’t really have time to think about it as Edna dragged me out of the slave quarters by the arm and took me on a tour of the house. The bedrooms were upstairs and the house’s common areas were all downstairs. There was also a home theater in the basement outside of the slave quarters. Each room downstairs even had it’s own cleaning list that had different tasks that had to be completed every day of the week. Miss O’Connor was organized to say the least. The one odd thing I noticed though, was how I wasn’t supposed to clean the Son and Daughter’s rooms like I thought I would have to. I had to help them if they asked, but those two rooms weren’t my job alone somehow. Edna didn’t know why we weren’t supposed to either but she assumed that it was some years long exercise in teaching the, now adult, kids to clean up after themselves that still hadn’t succeeded in the case of the son.

After the tour Edna put me to work immediately, and it was easy enough getting into the myriad of cleaning tasks on Miss O’Connor’s lists. My work was never good enough for Edna however, so I ended up having to do the whole downstairs, upstairs, and all the bathrooms over and over again for some reason while she “supervised”. In the end I was still cleaning the house when Edna went to bed around 11, with her telling me that I better finish everything before I go to bed or I might as well fall asleep working. If I was lucky, I would even get 3 or 4 hours of sleep after I was done cleaning. I knew she was hazing me, but there was nothing I could do about it since Miss O’Connor was at work for the next two days working doubles, and Edna had the remote to my collar when she wasn’t around. I swear, this woman could make Jesus hate her with how she was treating me.

Luckily, this routine only repeated itself for a couple days until one morning When Miss O’Connor found me asleep on the kitchen floor with a grout brush still in my had while she was getting home from work around 4AM. I thought I was in trouble when I felt her slipper tap the side of my face a couple of times until I looked up to see Miss O’Connor staring down at me with a confused look. Then the Adrenaline hit me and I immediately got up and started profusely apologizing for falling asleep on the job. To my surprise Miss O’Connor chuckled a little and said, “Slave calm down, I check the cameras while I’m at work. I already know Edna is on a power trip and I already know she took your clothes away and made you work topless for some reason. I just couldn’t do much from the hospital since you know…patients come first”.

She then paused and took a sip of her tea and said, “I would tell you to go to bed, but It’s too late now though, so just drink a giant cup of coffee and make me some bacon and eggs with toast please”. Miss O’Connor had to show me which fancy pan I was supposed to use and tell me where half the shit in her kitchen was, but I was a decent cook so she liked what I made at least. She even allowed me to make myself scrambled eggs and salsa for breakfast, one of my favorite foods growing up.

I started to take my food to another room, as the brochures at Mercer said slaves weren’t supposed to eat in front of their masters, but for some reason Miss O’Connor wanted me to sit there and eat with her at the island in the kitchen. We didn’t talk beyond me sitting there listening to her vent about work, but it felt like a normal morning for some reason. I still felt awkward sitting there topless, but for some reason Miss O’Connor wasn’t even fazed by it. Then Edna came upstairs and tried giving me shit for eating with Miss O’Connor.

Miss O’Connor wasn’t having any of it and yelled at Edna, “Edna, I told her to. Also, give the slave back her clothes. You are just as much of a slave as she is and you have no right to degrade by making her work like this. Just because my parents treated you and Earl like shit when they bought you doesn’t mean you can do that to her”. Edna tried to apologize and get herself out of trouble by pulling the “she needs to prove how hard she can work” card, but all Miss O’Connor had to say was, “Edna, I watched the cameras. She did all the work while you hit the remote every other time she missed a spot, I’m pretty sure that counts as hard work compared to what you were doing”.

She then paused again and took another sip of her tea before sternly saying to her, “Starting today she will be allowed to wear her clothes, you three will share the house cleaning tasks like you were originally supposed to, and you will never be allowed to use that collar’s remote ever again. Now go start your chores, and Slave will be right behind you starting hers after she finishes her eggs and gets dressed”.

I wanted to hug her right now for dealing with Edna, but judging by the mood Edna just put her in I wanted to get away from her just in case. Then after I came back upstairs Miss O’Connor was heading towards the stairs before she looked at me and said, “huh, you’re actually pretty when you have real clothes on, I wonder what you’ll look like once I give you some make up to work with. Now follow me to my room, I need your help with something”. I had no idea what that “something” was, but I didn’t care while that compliment was still fresh in my mind.

Once I got inside her bedroom, Miss O’Connor quickly stripped off her clothes, and ordered me to do the same while she let her hair out of the bun she had it in while sitting on the side of her bed. I clearly remembered her telling me that I was not her type, but did she change her mind? Just in case, I got on my knees in front of her and stared at the floor only to hear a surprised and confused Miss O’Connor go, “Wait a second. What is it that you think I need you to do?”. I told her that I didn’t know and she responded awkwardly, “Aww..you think I want that out of you? No,no, just go run me a hot bath with the shit in the red bottle and wait for me in the bathroom”.

I walked into the bathroom and this tub was huge and looked more like a hot tub than anything else. If I remember correctly, this woman’s bathroom was the size of my old bedroom and that shocked me more than the fancy tub ever would. While running the bath I felt bad for how awkward I made her feel, however, and actively tried to avoid seeing her naked as she slid into the bathwater. I had no idea why I was kneeling here watching the floor while a woman soaked in the tub, but then my purpose was revealed a few minutes later when she said, “Alright Slave, get in and start washing me up. Afterwards I want a massage too”.

It was awkward getting in a bathtub with a naked woman who maintained that she wasn’t a lesbian, but I had to admit that the hot water and whatever she had me put in there felt great on my skin as I gently cleaned her body with the washcloth. Then while I was massaging the shampoo into her scalp, Miss O’Connor let out an odd sound of pleasure that made me stop for a second and said, “Slave, nobody's done this for me in years, just roll with it and keep going”. I kept going, and by the time I was almost done massaging her legs and back I could see how relaxed she was in that moment. She was even kind enough to let me clean myself up in the fancy bath water before just wanting me to massage her feet while she soaked for a little while longer.

Eventually she had me get out of the tub and dry off first so I could get her dried off too. It wasn’t much more awkward than when I was washing her in the tub, but not wanting to weird her out I was very careful when I dried off her bits and pieces. I was then able to get dressed real quick while she took her place at her vanity and all I had to do was comb her wet hair until she was satisfied and went to bed just as naked as she got out of the bath. I didn’t know what I was feeling after she was done with me, but it reminded me of the satisfaction I got after eating all the M&M’s out of Mistress Robins the day I pulled that off. I liked making people feel good, and I guess that was a good skill to have as a slave. Also I got to use the fancy tub by proxy and whatever was in that soap did wonders for my skin.

After I left her room, I started my assigned rooms for the day and finally got to officially meet Miss O’Connor’s son, Michael. He was pale and chunky with curly brown hair that needed work, and seemed a little socially awkward at the time. He saw me on my first day here, but for some reason ignored my existence when I introduced myself to him. That day his only interaction with me was lifting up my skirt to check me out before telling me to go away, today he apparently had some laundry for me and needed help cleaning up his room.

I knew it was a pigsty in there and dreaded cleaning out a room full of fast food wrappers, suspiciously crusty tissues, and soda bottles that should be empty, but I powered through it and I was able to get his floor clean and his sheets changed out from the dirty ones he had before. Then he closed the door on us and unzipped his pants. I had a feeling that this would happen, and was already mentally prepared for it as I took off my clothes and assumed a slave position on the bed [slave position is either doggy style, or reverse cowgirl]. I even followed the advice of a sex slave I met at Mercer and played with myself while he was getting ready to do the deed. Then in a complete surprise, it wasn’t that bad, or what little I felt in the two minutes he lasted at least. Honestly the worst part about it was the fact that he was almost as dirty as his room, and I still had to clean that off with my mouth before I left. It was not the best experience, but it was manageable and I was able to get out of there quick so I could get back to work. Then as I was exiting Michael’s room in my mini walk of shame his sister Jessica, my future owner, caught me and got pissed. She opened his door and yelled, “She’s been here two days asshole. Stop ruining my slave” before slamming it shut on him. Afterward, she let me go get extra cleaned up in the slave bathroom in the basement before I had to help her with something too.

Jessica’s favor wasn’t too bad at least, she just needed me to shave her legs for her real quick. After that day she would have me go down on her here and there, or give her a bath and a massage like I did with her mother, but Jessica always seemed to make sure I was “taken care of” too so I didn't mind. Then, after a few more hours of cleaning I was done with my work early for the first time in days. Miss O’Connor was awake by now, and was even surprised that I was done with my work so quickly as she walked through and confirmed that I did everything well.

Then instead of making me help Edna and Paul, she had me grab my laptop and bring it to her. I knew she had said something about parental controls the other day, but apparently Microsoft had something called Serv-Lok that would enable Miss O’Connor to control everything I do on my computer. I didn’t mind having to deal with slave controls though, since I already knew that just having that laptop was a luxury for a slave.

What sucked, however, was watching her personally reset the computer and wipe away the last evidence of my old life contained in the hard drive. Then after about an hour, she handed it back to me to to set it up while she was there. I don’t know how she had the slave controls set up, but all I could do was access the family’s three streaming services or play games on something called Steam. Other than that, my internet was censored and blocked, and social media sites were forbidden by law. I couldn’t even have a real email address anymore that did more that help me login to things. Despite all the restrictions though, having that computer was a great escape at the end of a long day.

Then as October passed into November, things started to get better for me as the family got used to me and Edna stopped hating me as much. I had learned all of Miss O’Connor’s recipes, I could do my job in half the time, and I was even learning to drive since my learners permit was still valid somehow. I was even getting closer to Jessica, who wanted to get to know her slave better for when it was just me and her. Oddly enough, and I think Jessica had something to do with it, Michael never really used me again after that day. I wasn’t complaining, but it was still odd to see him avoid me like he did.

I was even gaining weight since Miss O’Connor put me on some special diet designed to only add “healthy” weight. The food I was given was as bland as slave loaf, but it was helping me out a lot so I didn’t question having a full stomach three times a day. I did wish I could get another one of those chicken sandwiches though. Then by early to mid November, I finally gained enough weight to get my housekeeper uniforms. They weren’t much more than simple black and white dresses you’d see at a hotel, but to me they were progress. The only side effect of this weight gain I didn't like was the fact that I had tits again, and come to find out the birth control shot they gave me brought them up to a C cup. Luckily for me, Jessica had some old bras that mostly fit me so I at least had something until Miss O'Connor could get me those too.

After I got healthier, I even got my name back a few days before Thanksgiving when Miss O’Conner called me Anna out of the blue. I was so used to just being called slave by now that I didn’t respond to my own name for a second. Luckily, instead of getting annoyed, Miss O’Connor thought it was hilarious and laughed at me before letting me know that she was taking me to the store with her. Apparently I was finally getting my food budget, and she needed to actually teach me how to well..budget. I was embarrassed that someone as smart as me didn’t know how to do this, but I was happy that Miss O’Connor was kind enough to sit down and teach me at least.

On the short drive over to Aldi, for a moment, Miss O’Connor sounded less like a slave owner, and more like a mom while she explained how to make my budget work. She was still very strict with me since I arrived, and liberally used her training collar if I messed up, but in some situations her maternal side would kick in. It wasn’t common, and I never expected it, but for some reason I treasured those moments where this woman on the verge of an empty nest would have to tell me or show me something that my mother never had the chance to. In the end Miss O’Connor could never replace the real thing, but like she said in the car that day, I was part of this family now, even if it was against my will, and the closest thing to a mother I had left was this woman.
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