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Diary of a Dominant Divorcee
(Miranda Birch)

Before I set out, I had a small problem. I simply hate flying, so I would have to go by train and ship. that was fine by Lucy; but she pointed out that I would be travelling alone, and having to pretty much fend for myself, apart from on-board staff that is. But no slave. No slave! It had only been a few weeks, but already I was used to the idea. "I expect I'll manage", I replied. But once you've been waited on hand and foot, you don't like the idea of it not happening, and I dare say my expression betrayed my dismay. 



"I suppose I could lend you one," said Lucy, in her usual generous fashion. 



"What, a slave? Wouldn't that look rather odd? I mean, me travelling with a slave?" 



"Not at all. What I mean it, who's to know? You could travel as an influential business woman, and he could be your personal secretary." She smiled. "Dealing with your office, taking care of any problems en route... whatever." "Mmmmmmm..." I thought about it, and decided I rather liked it. "Seems do-able", I said. "So you think I should take Robert with me?" Robert has been on loan to me as my personal slave since I have been staying with Lucy. 



"No... not Robert", she replied. "I don't think he really looks the part. Too rugged." She thought for a bit. "I believe we've got a qualified accountant on the estate somewhere. He'd do nicely." 



"I'll take your word for it. You're the expert!" 



Lucy smiled. 



"Yes, I remember now. His name is Timothy, I think. We acquired him in a rather interesting way." 



"Oh? How?" 



"He was on trial for rape, but escaped with some others from the courtroom cells. One of my agents picked him up. He had the alternative of coming here or being sent back. He choose to come here." She smiled. "The penalty for rape in his State is harsh." 



I nodded. "Even so", I said, "he might now be regretting his decision." 



"Quite possibly", said Lucy. She seemed unconcerned about the matter. "Anyway, I'll have him brought to you and, if you'd like to take him with you, please do." 



"As always, Lucy, it difficult to thank you enough for your kindness." 



"Think nothing of it", she said, pressing a bell at a side. Within moments, it seemed, a slave was coming through the door of her sitting room, bowing low. He was stark naked, of course -- all Lucy's slaves are kept completely nude. Tall, lean, the usual thick iron tube encasing his penis, with a heavy padlock dangling from it. No wanking for him! 



"A drink, Pauline?" 



"A long Bourbon with ice, thank you." 



"Me too."  



A snap of her fingers and the slave was away. I noticed a dozen or so fresh red weals across his rump. Nothing unusual about that at Ms Lucy's, of course! He came back in a jiffy, our drinks on a salver. He served us, bowed low again, then scurried away at a wave of Lucy's hand. Yes, I reflected, it is simply essential to have slaves around one, wherever one goes.