Reluctantly I answered. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Then sit up, put a smile on your face and welcome your new life, Julie.”
“I will, Mistress. Can I ask you something?”
“It depends. Give it a try?”
“What happened to your last slave?”
“Phillip? Oh, Phillip.”
“Tell you what… let’s stop at a bar I like and get a drink. This could take a while,” she said with a little chuckle.
In just a few minutes we pulled into an upscale place called Joeys. “I’m having a Margarita. What would you like?”
“VO and ginger, please. May I go use the restroom, Mistress?”
“Sure, go ahead. I’ll order.”
When I got back, the waitress brought us our drinks to the table.
She held up her glass, “Here’s to your life of slavery.”
I followed her lead and tipped my tall tumbler slightly clinking of glass together.
As she
