The List
By   unknown Author



It was another hot humid summer day in Florida and I was starting to get
dizzy. The sweat had been pouring off of me and the sun was beating me
down.  my mind started to wonder as the heat began to take over my
mind.......

I thought back to the first night I had met Goddess Jazzmon. Little did I
know that it would change my life forever. It was a quite night. The
tourist season had not started yet so there were mostly locals in the bar
tonight.  Much of the talk was on local events and the upcoming summer. I
had just finished a light dinner and was relaxing with a glass of wine at
a corner table. I was ready to call it a night when She walked in.  She
was like a vision. I only had one glass of wine so I knew it wasn't that.
She was real, yet somehow She was still a vision. I watched as She was
seated to Her table. I couldn't help wishing I was the one waiting on
Her.  For that matter I would have want to be Her table, Her chair,
anything She needed. I found myself staring at Her and was probably
making a fool of myself when the waiter asked me if I wanted another
glass of wine. I did not even hear him the first time he asked me but
then he asked again louder and I was brought back to reality. I told him
I was finished but somehow found the courage to ask him whom She was as I
point to Her table. He smiled and said that was Jazzmon Radford, a local
world class body building champion.  He suggested that I order Her a
glass of their best champagne and I agreed without hesitation. I had
already planned to be home by then but I could not get my mind of Her.
There was something, not just Her drop dead gorgeous looks, but a
presence that seemed to take control over me the first time I laid eyes
on her.  I was still staring at her and noticed that the waiter was
giving her the champagne and watched as he motioned to my table. I froze
because She smiled 
and I was afraid when She saw mw She might just laugh but to my surprise
She took a sip, smiled, and just went about Her business. She did not
even look at me or tell the waiter to thank me. She just enjoyed the wine
and acted as if I didn't even exist. Part of me was crushed but strangely
another part of me was even more attracted to Her if that was possible. I
just sat there and
watched as She ate and was mesmerized by Her. When She finished and the
waiter gave Her the check I was afraid She would leave and I would never
see Her again. I was crushed but what else could I have expected. As I
watched Her rise to leave the waiter came over to me and placed her bill
in front of
me. There was an address written on it and it said for me to be there at
AM in the morning and be prepared to work for the entire weekend. I was
never so embarrassed in my entire life but I quickly paid Her bill and
took the piece of paper and left. I felt like the whole world was
watching me but as I looked around I do not think anyone had the
slightest clue what happened.  After I paid the bill I walked to my car
somewhat still in a daze. I decided I would just go home and go to sleep
and try to figure it out in the morning.  I rummaged through my pocket to
get my keys and felt the piece of paper that was attached to the bill. I
opened and looked at it and wondered what it meant. Show up at AM and be
prepared to work all weekend? What did She mean. I continued to rummage
in my pocket and found my car keys and looked up to find my car when
suddenly I was stopped in my tracks with a sharp pain in my groin. I have
never felt such pain and I hit the parking lot pavement like a ton of
bricks. I felt tears well in my eyes and I doubled over like a baby in
the fetal position. I tried to get enough strength to look up and
see who had attacked me. I never been mugged but my mind started to think
of all the time I have read of such things and expected to see a gang of
thugs coming for my wallet. To my surprise I looked up to see Her. The
Woman from the restaurant. She had Her hands on Her hips and was smiling
down at me. As soon as She saw I was aware of what was going on She told
me
not to be late tomorrow morning or else and spit on my face and laughed
at me as She turned and left. I took some time to recover but eventually
managed to get to my car and make it home.  
To my surprise, when I awoke the next morning at 6 am I found myself
hurrying to get ready. I showered and clean myself up and got on clothes
appropriate to do work in. For some reason there was no question in my
head that I was going to report to Her as She had ordered. I finished
dressing, ate, got in my car and began to drive to the address She had
given me. I was about 15
minutes early so I waited in my car. I walked up to Her door at about one
minute before 8 AM and was about to knock on it when She opened it and
grip me by the throat and pulled me inside. She hit me with her fist in
my midsection and I began to double over as She hit me with her other
fist right in my eye. She laughed, shut the door and told me She was
pleased I was not late. I remember wondering what would have happened to
me if I was late since She hit me for being on time.  
I did not have much time to think because She kicked me and told me to
crawl on the floor and follow her. She walked into the living room and
sat down on a chair that looked like a throne from my kneeling position
on the floor.  She looked down at me and laughed. She explained that she
need some work
down around her house and that she needed a slave to work for her. I
started to laugh but the look on her face instinctively told me I should
be silent and listen. She explained that she had a bad day last week and
that her last slave was in the hospital and would be of no use to her for
a few more months. I would have thought anyone else saying that was
kidding but what I had seen do far told me she was totally serious. She
told me I had to
choose right now between becoming her property to do with as she pleased
or to crawl out of her home and never speak to her again. I will never
understand why I could not leave right then and there. All I had done was
buy this Woman a glass of champagne and this is what I was getting in
return. I do not understand it to this day but without hesitation I
lowered
my eyes, bowed my head, and said "How may I serve You Mistress"?  
She had just gotten up and instructed me to begin by fixing her breakfast
and then cleaning her bedroom and making her bed while she ate. I
returned to the kitchen as she was enjoying her breakfast and reading her
paper. She told me to kneel on the cold kitchen floor next to her and
handed me a pad of paper and a pen. She said She didn't want to be
bothered with telling me what to do the next to days and wouldn't even
bother to write it down. I had to make the list as she read off what she
wanted done. I wrote as fast as I could and barely kept up with her. When
she finished I looked at the list and I told Her I would have to worked
24 hours per day the next two days to finish all of this. She looked down
at me and gently placed Her hand on the
bottom of my chin and lifted my head up. She just smiled and said "You
will". With that She repeatedly slapped my face until blood trickled from
my nose and She began to laugh. She told me She expected me to do
everything and that I would have to do it correctly. She said that she
did not want to be bothered disciplining me for not doing a good job. She
said She wanted to
beat me severely but that was just for her pleasure, not to make me work
hard. Then She simply said, "Get started".  
I worked feverishly at her list and occasionally passed her in the house
or the yard and at first she just ignored me like I wasn't there. I would
learn to realize that that was the lucky times. When She did stop me as
we passed it was because She was in the mood to inflict sever pain to
me.  I have never been beaten so badly. It was like playing a football
game with no pads. It
got to the point that when I felt Her presence my eyes would well with
tears just thinking of what part of me she would break next.  
After beating me for that last time Saturday night She informed me I was
to continue working while she slept but that I had better not disturb her
sleep but still had to do everything on the list. She said if I got tired
and gave into the weakness of my body to sleep she would kill me. She
smiled but I knew she was serious.  
I worked through the night and was very careful not to disturb her.  I
heard her get up a few times but fortunately it must not have been to
torture me.  By morning I was exhausted but my fear kept me awake and I
was nearing the end of my list but saw that the next few things where
outside projects. It was going to be a hot Florida day and I feared I
would pass out and she would be furious. At the same time I feared I
would not finish the list. my
fear became my biggest asset as I continued to work the list.
.....as so drop of sweat dripped on the shovel I was digging with I
realized I was beginning to fall asleep or pass out thinking about the
weekend that was coming to and end. Fortunately I had planted the last
bush that was the last task on the list when I saw Jazzmon approaching in
the shade. She was sipping on the tall, cool glass of lemonade I had
poured for Her early and my mouth ached to have just a drop of the
condensation that had formed on
her glass. She smiled at me and crocked Her finger and motioned me to
follow her. She seemed pleased and perhaps it was the heat exhaustion but
for a moment I thought I might be getting much needed rest as I followed
her into Her bedroom. She pointed to the rug on the floor and told me to
lay on my back. She straddled my face and looked down at me holding the
glass of lemonade and asked if I was thirsty, I looked up at her and used
all my
remaining strength to shake my head yes. She told me to open my mouth as
she held the tall, cool glass. When I had my mouth open she spat in it
and laughed. I told her thank You and She laughed again. She told me to
extend my tongue as she handcuffed my ankles and wrists to the bolts in
the floor alongside the rug. She told me I would continue to work for her
until the day I died. The way I felt I was not sure if I would live much
longer. She straddled my mouth and told me to lick like I had never
before. As tired as I was I still did my best, again I was motivated by
fear. For her this was sexual but for me it was fear. Fear for my life.
Apparently I was doing ok because she only punched me a few times and I
could tell she was orgasms  several times. As I licked she rubbed her
clit against the bridge of my nose and was obviously enjoying the way it
felt. I struggled to breathe and to
bare the increasing pain to my nose. The pain was intense and suddenly I
heard a crack. She had broken my nose and blood was flowing in my mouth
and I was chocking on my own blood. She must have noticed because She let
up on me when She heard the crack but after barely a second She continued
to hump my broken nose and I was begging to pass out. She continued until
she
came and then just laud full weight on my broken nose while she enjoyed
the feeling. I must have blacked out because the next thing I know it was
late in the evening. I was still on the floor but the handcuffs where
removed.  There was a note that said make sure I cleaned up the mess
before I left and to report back next Saturday morning. I cleaned up my
own blood and her clothes and room and as I drove myself to the clinic to
have them set my
nose, I knew my life had changed forever.


THE END