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The Roman House

Mr. Heinkel,

I find myself in a dilemma and need your assistance. Seven months ago, after consulting with you, I sent my wife, Melinda, to your training center to rebuild her self-esteem while getting her back into shape after giving birth to our third child. She was suffering from a mild case of postpartum depression coupled with severe anxiety from having gained weight that she could just not shed. Frankly, she didn’t feel sexy anymore. Rachel, a good friend of hers, confided that she attended slave training at Roman House as an extreme weight loss program with loads of enjoyable sex on the side. I confess, Rachel is smoking hot, and truth be told I suspected she had also had a boob job done to her rather impressive rack.

Melinda pestered me nonstop for two months to agree to sending her to one of your fine establishments, promising to be my sexy FINO slave girl upon her return, even entering into a FINO enslavement as a show of good faith. Dr. Johnson, Melinda’s psychiatrist, noting her submissive tendencies, thought this was a wonderful idea and recommended a three-month enslavement at your Louisville school that specialized in ponygirl training, with a transfer to one of your resorts once her training was complete. He advised that heightened sexual arousal negated depression and anxiety in most women and prescribed regular doses of Horny Juice during a three month enslavement as a ponygirl. He suggested that the slave diet and ponygirl exercise routine would easily shed the excess weight firming up my wife’s body with the extra benefit from the Horny Juice of firming up her sagging breasts after nursing three children.

This hair-brained scheme of Melinda’s seemed risky. I was hesitant to have my lovely bride and now slave girl turned into a sex toy used by countless men as a weight loss program. My final objection was that three months was a long time away from our three young children. In response, she acquired a slave nanny to help me with the kids while she was gone to alleviate my concerns.

Consuela is a twenty-eight-year-old school teacher who came with a cute two-year-old niece, Maria, per the Texas foster system that provided us with a nice stipend to help offset the cost. Melinda did me a solid. Consuela is a Sandy Foot Girl with curves in all the right places, and I quickly learned, knew how to use them. Melinda thought it was only fair since she’d be getting lots of sex while away as a ponygirl. I’ve worked out Consuela’s hot taco and Texas chili bowl regularly during Melinda’s absence.

Three months later, I went down to the resort ot pick up my wife, Melinda, and found a completely changed woman. Miracle of miracles, Melinda, now named Buttercup, looked ten years younger with a hot, tight body and large, firm hooters to die for capped with pierced nipples. She was glowing with happiness. Her transformation was complete, and I made arrangements for us to return to Dallas when she begged to stay for an additional three months, to which I reluctantly agreed.

Three months later, Buttercup arrived in a poodle cage after being shipped via Southwest Airlines. Everything was great the first week. She was a sexual dynamo reminisant of our honeymoon insisting I fuck her senseless in all of her holes. I am rather well endowed, and she had never even considered anal sex, but Buttercup loved getting her ass railed even more than Consuela. We fucked like bunnies into the wee hours every night. By the second week, I was getting worn out, beginning to feel like an amusement ride by Buttercup, Melinda’s new preferred name.

Consuela reported that my wife was not interacting well with the children, ignoring them. Instead, hanging out at the construction site down the road getting gangbanged by the work crew or the neighborhood gardners, pool boys and even the postman. When home, she locked herself in the master bedroom, wearing out our Vagivac battery pack. Consuela, who enjoyed performing her nightly slave duties in my bed every night while my wife was away, was becoming grumpy from neglect.

I consulted with renowned slave psychiatrist Dr. Harold Walker at the Samson Clinic. He is Buttercup’s FINO guardian. He diagnosed Buttercup with a mild case of Slave Mind coupled with a bad case of overactive slave heat, recommending a course of treatment he devised that included suiting her up in her ponygirl regalia in a makeshift stable in my backyard when not “loaning” her to the Parker Center during the day. I take her for the MILF (Mare I’d Like to Fuck) Madness event every Tuesday night at the Breeding Barn Cafe where she puts on quite a performance with a bevy of stallions on the main stage followed by taking on all cummers in the Petting Zoo until closing. I get a quiet night with the kids and Consuela, picking up Buttercup late at night. Taking home a cock drunk pleasure slut on wobbly legs only to have her insist that I give her one more before locking her in the slave kennel in the basement where she is more comfortable sleeping, instead of our king size bed which is now occupied by Consuela.

Twice in the last week, she got loose from my backyard stable. Once, the local slave control officer found her roaming loose in a local park and brought her home with an infraction citation. The second time on a Friday afternoon, she made her way onto the nearby SMU campus, where Sigma Chi fraternity members corralled her. When they called, I rewarded the good Samaritans by allowing them to keep her for the weekend, hoping those young men would burn out her overactive slave heat. Alas, that did not occur; if anything, she is more insatiable than ever.

Consuela, the kids, and I had a delightful weekend without the crazy “Horse Lady”, the new name the kids came up with for my wife, around. When, on Saturday night, my two youngest called Consuela “Mom,” I knew I had to act. Sunday afternoon I picked up a wobbly legged cock drunk Buttercup who needed to be hosed off before getting into the car, Dr. Walker’s treatment plan simply isn’t working.

My lawyer advises that the Caribbean nation where your resort is located recognizes the FINO enslavement as the equivalent of a power of attorney that authorizes me to sell her for a ten-year enslavement. Currently, she has a lien on her as she is collateral on our home mortgage, and I need to cover that amount. Please advise if Roman House is interested in acquiring my lovely Buttercup for ten years. This is the best outcome for all involved.

Best,

Fred Hollins

Hello Mr. Hollins,

Buttercup seems to experience what we call indeed a slave mind disorder.
This disorder happens in people that have a call for the collar, but can not experience real slavery because of their real life liberties and obligations, that is, marriage and children for Buttercup.

We wouldn’t say that she has a slave heat disorder : such disorder existence has never been proven.
With our experience of processing hundreds of thousands of slaves each year, we’ve come to the conclusion internally that what’s called as « slave heat disorder » refers to the true personality of a person showing up, after having been exposed to the life she yearned for real.
We are in fact lobbying the American psychiatrist association to take this approach for this so called “disorder’.


We’re however very sorry for your discovery that your wife had always dreamed of a life of slavery, instead of being a loving spouse and mother of three children.
We propose to you that we get rid for you of this bad surprise, so that you can move on with your life quickly. We can take custody of her, and transport her, free of charge, to one of our auction facilities.

You will only pay our standard auction fee: 20%. All other expenses will be handled by us.
Only thing you need to do is to provide us with Dr. Walker written diagnosis. Your written e-mail associated with it will serve as proof for the 10 years enslavement sentence we will ask to our local Livestock and Agricultural Judge.
With what you’re saying about Buttercup’s behavior, this lot should prove quite easily it is only destined for the collar from now on to the judge.
We prefer this method rather than enslaving Buttercup on our local resort: this is because we are an ethic company not afraid to face US stricter law for enslavement. And because there are quotas on enslavement in our resort, calculated annualy.

We, the Roman House, want you reassured: you are not responsible for the change of behavior in your former wife. In fact, you’re doing her a favor, by granting her the life she always dreamed of, deep inside.

Also: do you want to limit Buttercup’s future rule as a ponygirl only, or can we sell her in the role as we see fit – that is, the one we will think will get us the highest auction price?
Keep in mind the higher the auction price, the higher your share.

Last thing to take care about: do you know anything about Rachel’s latest whereabouts?
Looking at our database, she hasn’t been a customer of us since 2 months. And it is our experience that women with a call for a collar tend to spot each other without ever realizing it, and ending up in a deep friendship. Whereas truth is, it’s only collar sisters comfortable spending time with each other, instead of seeing real free women, that tend to make them uncomfortable.

So from what you’re saying, Rachel could very well have a call for the collar as well. We have some evidence of her slave mind, but not enough for conviction. If you have any to share with us, don’t hesitate.
We will gladly let you “sample” her sexual and obedience skills after enslavement, and share with you 10% of her proceeds, for your trouble. We could also invite you to her auction so that you have the chance of bidding on her.

Kind Regards,

The Roman House