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A Year in the Life of... Ch. 02

'So...here I am in the back of a limousine.' he mused. At least he thought it was one; having never ridden in a limousine before he couldn't be entirely sure but the sumptuous leather interior and with enough rare wood to build a wardrobe it definitely felt like one. Danni...Mistress Danni, he corrected himself, seemed really nice...and very attractive. She had explained that he would now be driven to a gentleman's outfitters in Saville Row where he would have his measurements taken for his uniform.

Looking out of the smoke tinted windows at the world and the city passing by he found it hard to get a grip on what had just happened and just what he'd signed himself up for. The contract itself had seemed pretty straightforward...well no real big words that he couldn't understand; obedience, service, respect...that seemed to be the underlying theme of it all and nothing jumped out that made him think 'Whoa! Let's just take another look at this shall we'. Though he had to admit, at least to himself, that he was feeling a little trepidatious as the car carried him to his destination, but hey, wasn't trepidatious a damn good word for a Monday morning?

Eventually the limousine stopped and the driver got out before opening the door for him. He felt like royalty...or a footballer. I could have been a footballer he thought...If I could have played football in any real sense of the word. Not for the first time he thought about the driver holding the door open for him. His name was Ibrahim and he was huge and black. He's probably the blackest guy I've ever seen he thought. Midnight on a moonless night in a coal mine black. He's probably Namibian or Nigerian, they're some of the blackest people around, though he admitted that his knowledge of African people was sketchy at best. Nice fellow though, very polite. He gave Ibrahim his best smile as he got out and mumbled "Thank you." allowing Ibrahim to close the door and direct him towards an affluent looking building.

After the fitting had been done and they were once more on the road he considered how weird that experience had been. When they had first entered the building Ibrahim had taken the tailor to one side and appeared to be giving him instructions of some kind. The tailor had looked him up and down, smiled to himself and then nodded to Ibrahim. The tailor had then taken the measurements, pretty much everything that could be measured had been. He was quiet throughout, occasionally speaking to give him directions such as "Could you lift your arm please sir." and "No, the other one please." Perhaps one of the strangest things was that the tailor had been taking all these measurements down on a pad and he couldn't help but notice that the tailor had marked him down as having a forty inch chest when he was a thirty six...if that. He'd always been kind of slender, not much muscle but not weedy either...well not much, not exactly. And so what if he had small feet, that didn't mean anything, it's not like it's a crime he thought...or was it? The government would nick you for anything nowadays. And then they were off again, making their way through the tired, grey streets of London, bound for God knows where.

He must have dozed off at some point because he awoke to the sound of the car door being opened, Ibrahim standing once again and waiting for him to exit the vehicle. Giving Ibrahim a smile and once again mumbling "Thank you." he got out of the car and looked at the building in front of him. It was very large and very grand, what he could see of it. It reminded him of those country manors you see in all the period dramas, Downton Abbey and whatnot. He turned around and looked down the driveway but was unable to see the end of it, looking out over perhaps hundreds of acres of land, a skeletal forest to his right, just visible through the rapidly dwindling light and encroaching mist. He gave Ibrahim another smile and allowed himself to be escorted into the building, into a huge hallway from which rose a wide staircase, portraits hanging from the high walls. Ibrahim took him straight upstairs and showed him to a room.

"This room shall be yours." Ibrahim said, his voice loud and sonorous.

"Thanks...very nice." He managed to say. "En suite and everything."

The furniture was old but well cared for and had a look of opulence about it that made him think of antiques. The bed was a huge, four poster affair with red, velvet drapes but he wondered why he'd need a dressing table; normally a mirror, a lick of the hand, through the hair and he was good to go.

"So, Ibrahim, have you worked for Mistress Danni long?"

Ibrahim turned to look at him with a faraway look in his eyes. They were dark, black eyes, the sort of eyes that didn't just suggest menace but positively pronounced it and made you sit up and pay attention to the menace that was behind them. Suddenly he wasn't sure that this was such a good deal and he hoped that Ibrahim would ignore him and go away...perhaps take the limousine for a car wash...Peru is a great a place to get a car wash he thought.

"Mistress Danni and I have worked together for a very long time, longer than I care to remember." Ibrahim eventually replied, and with that rather cryptic answer he handed him an envelope taken from his breast jacket pocket. He couldn't help but notice the size of the man's hand as he passed him the envelope; it was huge and dwarfed his considerably. I wonder if there's a medical term for that he pondered, Digitus Monsterosous possibly.

He managed to stammer "Erm...thanks." opening the envelope and extracting the letter inside.

"Slave," it began...must be for me he thought.

"Slave, I welcome you with open arms to your new home and hope that you will come to love this place as I do. For now you will be addressed as slave, but you will be given a new name in the fullness of time. This is your room and I expect it to be kept clean and tidy at all times. You will of course receive other duties as time passes but we shall begin with a very easy task. I wish for you to take a good, long bath and to shave your arms, chest, legs and ass and to trim your genital area. The equipment you need is already prepared for you in the bathroom. If you have any trouble with this task then Ibrahim will be available to aid you"

"Shaved? Everywhere? Is this correct Ibrahim?" He asked the giant in front of him.

He looked up from the letter to find Ibrahim looking at him, a shark grin etched on his face and all of a sudden he wasn't sure of anything anymore.

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