Free Contrasts by Charles Arnold Page A

simply to amuse the white owners and their wives and children. This often happened to the female slaves.” He gestured to Rona who pushed a button behind the bar. The wall at the left side of the bar slid back and a small raised stage rolled forward. From eyebolts near the top hung two ropes. Attached to each was a wrist cuff. Ann turned to see them and quickly drew her hands up to her face, “No, my God, please,” she whispered harshly.
    “If you’ll recall,” Watts said, “the possibility of whipping is mentioned in your contract.”
    “But you wouldn’t,” Paul said.
    “For the slightest infraction of the rules your wife will be brought here, stripped, secured to that pole and whipped. What’s more, you will bring her here to be punished. Both of you should keep that in mind. Do what you’re told. Don’t object or complain.”
    He nodded at Rona who touched the button again. The small stage slid back as the concealing wall closed. Watts took from a drawer in his desk two boxes. He opened the first and laid out on the desk a pair of identical cell phones and a pair of iPhones and a single small black box. Waving a hand at Ann, he said, “Stand up. You can put your raincoat on.” Quickly she stood and buttoned the coat and pulled the belt tight. He pointed to the chair next to Paul. She sat. He pushed all of the devices across the desk, “Take these with you. The cell phones and iPhones have coded numbers that only members of the NWS have access to. Keep both phones with you at all times. Answer immediately and do whatever the caller tells you to do. Often when your wife is servicing one or more of our members in some place other than your house you will be sent photos or videos of her service. Be sure you look at them. The black box attaches to your computer and sends a signal to your television screen so you can watch and listen to her on both of them.”
    “Why?” Paul asked. “What good does it do for me to....to witness the awful things that she will be made to do?”
    Watts smiled at him, “Two reasons. Almost always the husbands of female slaves were forced to watch their wives give their bodies to the white slaveholders, sometimes to the young sons of the slaveholders. The theory was that having to watch the abuse would make the husband feel diminished, helpless, inferior, and unable to protect his wife. It would weaken him, help to break his spirit. As with the number of times his wife was raped in front of him, he would also begin to lose respect for her even though he knew she was as powerless as he.” Watts pointed to the bulge in Paul’s gray trousers, “My guess is that, unlike the slave husbands, you might find some perverse pleasure in seeing her abused.”
    “That’s .....that’s not true...,” Paul began to sputter. He was aware that Ann had noticed the bulge in his pants.
    Both Watts and Rona laughed. Rona handed Ann the other box. “You will be entertaining a guest this evening. He’ll call to let you know what time to expect him. He picked this out yesterday. You’re to receive him in it. Also wear those shoes you have on. Nothing else. Prepare with the cosmetics as I’ve shown you. You are to greet your Master warmly with a kiss, an open mouthed kiss and remember he determines how long it will last.” She paused and stepped back. “Have you ever sucked cock?”
    Ann shook her head, “No...no....not ever.”
    “Well, I expect you got a lot to learn. How about ass fucked? You ever been fucked in the ass?”
    “Oh my God! No! I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.”
    Watts slammed his hand down on the desk again, “You fucking can and you fucking will!” he shouted. “Have you already forgotten the whipping post, you dumb bitch!”
    Ann bowed her head trying to hold back the tears. Watts handed Rona a plastic bag. From it she took a large tube of KY jelly and three anal plugs of graduated sizes. She held the small one up before Ann. “Do you know what this is?”
    Ann shook