Contrasts

Chapter Three-2

4. If a member of the NWS, young or old, approaches your wife in public, you must step away to let them talk in private. If he touches her you must not object. If she goes off with him you should feel honored that he has chosen her and happy that she is where she needs to be. If he tells you to drive them to a hotel or motel or a bar or his home you are to do so. If he tells you to wait in the car, you do so. If he tells you to come with them and watch how your wife pleases him, you do so. If he tells you to pick her up in the morning or in two or three days, you do so. She is not your woman. She is his. In time this new respect for the Black Man and the changes in your wife will seem natural to you.

5. When your wife is on a date with a Black Man or spends a night or a weekend with several Black Men or entertains them in your own home, you are not to ask her what happened. If she wishes to tell you or if the man or men she was with tell her to describe to you what happened, she will. If her Black lover or lovers tell you to watch and to serve them you will obey without question or complaint. You will be given a special iPhone and iPad. You must have them on at all times. Your wife’s Masters may wish you to see how she is being used.

6. You should help her to prepare for her dates with Black Men: buy the clothes and shoes the Black Man tells you to buy for her, keep the house clean and the refrigerator and bar stocked for the Black Men who stop by or stay over. Welcome them and serve them, feel honored to have them in your home and in your wife’s bed. You should pay to have her hair and nails done frequently and for body massages. When she goes away for a weekend or on a date you are to give her money so that she can pick up the check and perhaps buy her Black Man a small gift. Within two days of her signing her contract we will arrange to have all of her body hair permanently removed. The bill for this will be sent to you. She will also be given instructions regarding how to prepare herself to receive her Black Masters. Whenever a Black Man is coming to your house very often he will phone first and tell her what she is to wear or if she’s to be naked. You should rub her body with perfumed oil before she dresses to receive the Black Man or Men and when she’s going on a date. To show that you honor and respect the Black Man you will wish to make your wife as desirable as possible for them. This is also your very small token of reparation for the treatment of their ancestors as slaves.

7. Both you and she must pay strict attention to the orders her Masters give regarding her dress and makeup. If they issue none, she is to determine how to dress and present herself in the most provocative way. She must always try to excite and to please.

8. You must obey the Black Man in your house and everywhere else. Do not object or complain. If he tells you to tie your wife to the bed so that he can whip her, you will do it. If he tells you to sit in a chair and watch while your wife sucks his c**k and swallows his c*m, you will do it. If he tells you to shine his shoes while he f***s your wife in your bed, you will do it. If, after he’s f****d your wife, he tells you to lick his c*m out of her cunt, you will do it. If he tells you to bring her to a place where ten Black men are waiting to f**k her, you will do it. We mention this so that you will know exactly the kinds of things that will be required of you if you sign the contract. Of course, you will not engage in any s*x with her except when ordered to lick the Black man’s c*m off her breasts or from her cunt.

9. If your wife comes home from a date or a weekend party bruised and in tears you are to remind her that abuse and humiliation are to be endured and even welcomed. She also has a debt of retribution to pay. The way the Black Man exacts that payment is to be respected. There will be times when she will want to break the contract or violate one or more of its terms. At such times you must remind her of the consequences and persuade her to honor her agreement. After a period of adjustment, your wife will learn to accept the Black Man’s abuse and humiliation with gratitude.

10. You need to know that your relationship with your wife will change immediately. As soon as your wife signs her contract you will no longer be her husband except in a legal sense. You will be her submissive cuckold. You will do what she and her Black lovers and clients tell you to do.

11. I,__________________________________ agree to the terms of this contract and promise to honor it in all respects.

Holding back tears they exchanged contracts and read each other’s. When they finished, Paul said, “No, there has to be another way.”

They sat in silence for awhile. Finally Ann said, “If it were just the money maybe we could do something, but our names on those papers, the papers you had me sign...he has those. Oh, Paul, five years in prison would kill me and you too.” She wrapped her arms around him and sobbed against his chest. Tears ran down his cheeks. They held each other in silence for a long time. When she felt all cried out, she looked up at him, “We don’t have a choice, do we?”

“It’s three months of virtual slavery for you and Hell for me or years in prison for both of us.”

They made love that night, but slept only a few hours. The next morning Ann picked up her cell phone and punched in the numbers on the card Watts had given them. Rona answered with a question, “What have you decided, Ms. Gardner?”

“We have no choice. We’ll sign the contracts.”

“You’ve read them carefully? You understand the requirements? You know all of them must be met without exception?”

“Yes, we understand.”

“Bring them with you. The signing needs to be witnessed. Be here at the office at six o’clock this evening. Do you have paper and pencil handy?”

“Yes.”

“Then write this down. You are to wear no undergarments, none: no bra, no panties, and no stockings. Go shopping this morning. Buy a short skirt, shoes with a four inch heel, a very shear blouse, bright red lipstick, gloss, mascara, nail polish...red, and a good perfume and body oil. Come to the office wearing these new clothes and shoes. Use the cosmetics to make yourself look as sexually desirable as possible. Have your husband rub your body with the perfumed oil. Do not have s*x of any kind with him. Make no plans for tomorrow. Did you get all that?”

“Yes.”

“Then we’ll expect both of you at six this evening.” There was a click as she hung up. Ann handed the list to Paul and began to cry.

Paul read it, then took her in his arms. “I’m so very sorry. This is all my fault and you are the one who will pay for it. Oh, Ann!” He, too, felt the tears begin.

After several minutes Ann looked up at him as she wiped her face, “It will be ok,” she said. “In three months this will be behind us, no more debt, the stock holders will have been repaid, the company will be solvent. We just have to help each other through the ninety days.”

At five o’clock Ann stood before him in the things she’d bought that afternoon. Her bare legs and arms shown with the musky scented oil. Her face was changed dramatically by the glossy red lipstick and dark mascara. The tight black skirt reached only to her knees and moulded her ass. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing panties. Under the shear white blouse the outline of her breasts was visible. As she’d been instructed, she’d painted her fingernails and toenails with a red polish that matched her lipstick. She had trouble walking in the four inch black leather pumps. At first she had to hold onto things. After practicing she was still unsteady but managed. Paul couldn’t believe the transformation. Neither could she. She studied her image in the full length mirror. “I look like a prostitute.” She felt the tears well up again, but held them back.

Earlier, when he was rubbing her with the oil his c**k had hardened. It hadn’t subsided. Looking at her now, he knew that he’d probably c*m just by touching it. He’d hardly ever seen her naked and even then it was a quick glimpse in the darkened bedroom. He hadn’t fully realized what a splendid body she had; the tiny waist, the smallish but high and firm breasts, the long pink n*****s, the firm apple-round ass, the muscled calves and tiny feet. He sat there seeing his wife for the first time, “No Ann, not a prostitute. Not that at all. You look like a young model or movie star.”

She turned to look at him a flash of anger in her eyes, “My God, Paul! You read that...that obscene detestable contract. I’m to give myself to them....to black men. Isn’t that what prostitutes do?”

Even though it was a warm and humid September evening, she took her long brown raincoat from the closet and buttoned it, pulling the belt tight. “I absolutely won’t go out in public looking like this,” she said. She glanced down at her bare feet in the stilettos and shook her head, “I don’t think I’ll ever learn to walk in these.” Paul put the folded contracts in his coat pocket.

A half hour later they were once more in the reception office of “Watts Import Export Incorporated”. Rona, the receptionist, frowned seeing Ann was wearing a long raincoat. “Mr. Watts ain’t gonna like that,” she said, pointing at the coat. She pressed a button on her desk, “They’re here,” she said. The door behind her clicked. She gestured toward it. Paul pushed it open. Watts was behind his desk. Ms. Ying stood near the bar at the side of the room. If Watts was angry because of the raincoat, he didn’t show it. He pointed to the two chairs facing his desk. When they were seated he leaned forward, “So, you’ve decided?”

Ann met his gaze. “We had no choice. It was either sign those hateful contracts or go to prison.”

“Ahh, well yes.” He smiled at them. “To use an old cliché’, it seems you are between a rock and a hard place. I assume you have the contracts?”

Paul nodded. “Please, Mr. Watts, isn’t there some other way? What if I just signed the business over to you and our house as well? We could go somewhere else and start over.”

Watts chuckled, “Whatever would I do with a failing trucking operation that is deeply in debt to its stockholders? Why would I want your house? Think of it this way; your wife is in our service for ninety days. We are paying off your gambling debt of almost ninety thousand dollars. That’s like a thousand dollars a day. We are also obliged to rescue your business by paying back the stockholders you scammed. In addition, I’ve promised to rescue your bankrupt company and make it profitable again.” He paused narrowing his eyes and staring hard at them. “You come here disregarding my instructions.” He gestured toward Ann’s raincoat. “You come here talking about “hateful contracts”. You come here with a f*****g superior attitude when you should be on your knees thanking me.” He waited a full minute letting his anger subside. “Now, sign the contracts and listen to what I have to say or don’t sign them and get out.”

Paul looked at Ann who nodded. He placed both contracts on the desk. Watts pushed identical copies across to them along with a pen. “A set for each of us,” he said.