Delivering This Black Owned White Girl

The trip took forever but was over suddenly.  As William slammed on the brakes my crate slid to the front of the truck bed and crashed into the back of the cab. I’d had plenty of opportunities to decide if a sliding crate was worse than a tumbling crate but it was still a toss-up.  Luckily the crate had yet to go airborne. 

At least until William pulled open the tail gate and leapt up to the truck bed, then lifted me and the crate into the air and down onto the ground again.  Thankfully he didn’t throw me in my crate onto the concrete but placed me with some care.  I was face down again and I strained to see who was walking toward the crate from what looked like a big house with an extensive garden, but all I could see of him was his shoes and the bottom half of his trousers.  I was too exhausted to strain to see more.

William unlocked the crate and tipped it on its edge.  I began to wriggle out through the too-small opening. My legs were cramped and my knees bloodied from scraping against the truck bed but William lifted me by the leash and collar I still wore until I stood up straight to keep from choking.  I tried to look at the stranger but the sun was directly behind him.  Suddenly my thighs were seared by pain as William used a whip on me for the first time. He gave me a few quick, brutal strokes and then let me sink to my knees in front of the stranger. 

“I ask that you use only this dog whip to beat her during her time with you,” William said casually to the stranger.  “As I mentioned, I want her canine training to be as immersive as possible.” I glanced up to see William hand the short but thick braided leather whip to the stranger.  The sun still shone directly in my eyes as I tried to shield them. The pavement was hot on my naked torso but not unbearable. I watched as the stranger took the whip from William and then bent over to reach for the end of my leash.  William climbed into the truck without a word to me and drove away. I watched as he drove down the street into the late afternoon heat.

“I’m Rodney,” he said.  “Let’s get those wounds cleaned up.” We went inside.

“I have arranged for you to stay with me indefinitely,” Rodney said as he cleaned and bandaged the scrapes on my knees and elbows.  I sat on a stool in the kitchen while he stood above me.  He didn’t treat the welts on my thighs from the whipping at all. “William indicated that you are to be treated as a household pet and be punished if you stray too far from your role as such, but I need you to speak so I will not enforce that aspect of your training.”  He dabbed the worst of the cuts in my flesh with alcohol that stung me to tears. I refused to whimper as he treated me and I kept my head down so that he wouldn’t see my tears.  My hair hung between my face and his so I really couldn’t get a good look at him, but I saw from the size of his hands and torso that he was bigger than William but much darker. His hands looked older but they were impeccably manicured. I was anxious to see what he looked like but I was adamant about not looking him in the eyes.

“Let’s have a look at you,” Rodney said as he finished with the bandages and pulled gently on my leash to stand me up.  I kept my head down as he looked at my naked body.  He raised the leash over my head and slowly twirled me around.

“Look at me,” Rodney said.

I looked up at him.

He was exquisite.